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“
Ah, woe is me, woeful mother who bore to my sorrow the
bravest,
”Hom. Il. 18.541and if they will so picture the gods at least not to have the effrontery to present so unlikely a likeness2 of the supreme god as to make him say:“ Out on it, dear to my heart is the man whose pursuit around Troy-town
I must behold with my eyes while my spirit is grieving within me,
”Hom. Il. 22.1683and:“ Ah, woe is me! of all men to me is Sarpedon the dearest,
”
”Hom. Il. 18.541and if they will so picture the gods at least not to have the effrontery to present so unlikely a likeness2 of the supreme god as to make him say:“ Out on it, dear to my heart is the man whose pursuit around Troy-town
I must behold with my eyes while my spirit is grieving within me,
”Hom. Il. 22.1683and:“ Ah, woe is me! of all men to me is Sarpedon the dearest,
”
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