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id: 257
title: Troilus and Criseyde
author: Chaucer, Geoffrey
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  For love of thee, whan thou tornest ful ofte! Right as thy-selven list, wol doon by thee, And seyd swich thing wher-with thy god is plesed, And thee right nought, yet al is seyd or shal; ''Ful wel, I thanke it god,'' quod Pandarus, 155 Go love, for, olde, ther wol no wight of thee. She seyde, that to slepe wel hir leste. ''And I my-self shal ther-with to hir goon; And gan to Iape, and seyde, ''Y-wis, myn herte, Ther-as thou mayst thy-self hir preye of grace. Sin god hath wrought me for I shal yow serve, 1290 Whan that hir hertes wel assured were, 1395 Of Troilus gan in hir herte shette For, god it wot, hir herte on other thing is, Wher shal I seye to yow "wel come" or no, That thou hir see, that cause is of thy sorwe. As she that hadde hir herte on Troilus


id: 658
title: The Fall of Troy
author: Quintus, Smyrnaeus, active 4th century
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  A battle-fury like the War-god''s wrath Thee not thy sire the War-god now shall pluck All round the Trojan men''s heart-stricken wail, How Memnon, Son of the Dawn, for Troy''s sake fell in the Battle. Closed round the corpse of strong-heart Aeacus'' son, Their tears fell round the dead man, Aeacus'' son; Though Peleus'' son hath died, shall have small heart And Atreus'' son, lord of all Argive men, Till Aias locked his strong hands round the son Who lost a son, slain by the hands of foes, "O valiant-hearted son, so like thy sire, Son of the man whose long spear smote thy sire, Than all strong Gods, all weakling sons of men. The mighty men of Troy: with heart and soul Then the strong Argives'' battle-eager sons With a good heart: war-staunch Achilles'' son "Fierce-hearted son of Achilles strong in war, Thy noble son: thee shall our loving hands


id: 32326
title: Tales of Troy and Greece
author: Lang, Andrew
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  palace of his father, King Laertes, but Ulysses, with his own hands, men stood to fight with sword and spear when there was a battle at sea. ''Come, then, let us be going,'' said Ulysses, ''for the night is late, and Now Ulysses saw Dolon as he came, and said to Diomede, ''Let us suffer Then the Trojans all with one voice said that Ulysses was the best man ship of Ulysses, like men wrecked on a desert island, who keep watch ''Tell me pray,'' said Ulysses, ''what land is this, and what men At last Ulysses told Telemachus how he had come home in a ship of the She prayed, and said, ''Father Zeus, King of Gods and men, loudly hast ''Look to my horses and man,'' said Theseus; ''I come to see your master.'' ''His ship we could burn, and his men we could slay,'' said Theseus; and


