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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546960" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>BkI:XV Nereus’ Prophecy of Troy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While Paris, the traitorous shepherd, her guest,<br>bore Helen over the waves, in a ship from Troy,<br>Nereus, the sea-god, checked the swift breeze<br>with an unwelcome calm, to tell<br> <br>their harsh fate: ‘You’re taking a bird of ill-omen,<br>back home, whom the Greeks, new armed, will look for again,<br>having sworn to destroy the marriage your planning<br>and the empire of old Priam.<br> <br>Ah, what sweated labour for men and for horses<br>draws near! What disaster you bring for the Trojan<br>people! Athene’s already prepared her helm,<br>breastplate, chariot, and fury.<br> <br>Uselessly daring, through Venus’ protection,<br>you’ll comb your hair and pluck at the peace-loving lyre,<br>make the music for songs that please girls: uselessly<br>you’ll hide, in the depths of your room,<br> <br>from the heavy spears, from the arrows of Cretan<br>reeds, and the noise of the battle, and swift-footed<br>Ajax quick to follow: yet, ah too late, you’ll bathe<br>your adulterous hair in the dust!<br> <br>Have you thought of Ulysses, the bane of your race,<br>have you even considered Pylian Nestor?<br>Teucer of Salamis presses you fearlessly,<br>Sthenelus, skilful in warfare,<br> <br>and if it’s a question of handling the horses<br>he’s no mean charioteer. And Meriones<br>you’ll know him too. See fierce Tydides, his father’s<br>braver, he’s raging to find you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>As the deer sees the wolf there, over the valley,<br>and forgets its pastures, a coward, you’ll flee him,<br>breathing hard, as you run, with your head thrown high,<br>not as you promised your mistress.<br> <br>The anger of Achilles’ armies may delay<br>the day of destruction for Troy and its women:<br>but after so many winters the fires of Greece<br>will burn the Dardanian houses.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Horace">Horace</a><div class=q>
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