"Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans."
"I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move."
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Source: Homer (2013). “penelopeia, a wife's enduring love”, p.459, Lulu.com
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