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Then great Hector of the glancing helm answered her : “ Bid me not sit , Helen , of thy love ; thou wilt not persuade me . Already my heart is set to succour the men of Troy , that have great desire for me that am not with them .
Then great Hector of the glancing helm answered her : “ Bid me not sit , Helen , of thy love ; thou wilt not persuade me . Already my heart is set to succour the men of Troy , that have great desire for me that am not with them .
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For to the host did noble Achilles sign with his head , and forbade them to hurl bitter darts against Hector , lest any smiting him should gain renown , and he himself come second . But when the fourth time they had reached the springs ...
For to the host did noble Achilles sign with his head , and forbade them to hurl bitter darts against Hector , lest any smiting him should gain renown , and he himself come second . But when the fourth time they had reached the springs ...
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But unto him with grim gaze spake Achilles , fleet of foot : “ Hector , talk not to me , thou madman , of covenants . As between men and lions there is no pledge of faith , nor wolves and sheep can be of one mind , but imagine evil ...
But unto him with grim gaze spake Achilles , fleet of foot : “ Hector , talk not to me , thou madman , of covenants . As between men and lions there is no pledge of faith , nor wolves and sheep can be of one mind , but imagine evil ...
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W H HUDSON | 17 |
GEORGE SANTAYANA | 29 |
THORNTON Wilder | 45 |
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