Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PHILOCTETES (2), by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Onward the fatal hours and minutes steal Last Line: The dreadful purport of his chief's recall. Subject(s): Homer (10th Century B.c.); Poetry & Poets; Iliad; Odyssey | ||||||||
Onward the fatal hours and minutes steal, To-morrow shall his archery commence, And Troy's proud walls be left without defence, Open and mortal as Achilles' heel: To-morrow that old suitor shall exact Grim vengeance, now for ten years overdue - For Menelaus and OEnone too - Th' adulterer shall be slain - the city sackt: Night falls - The mighty bow lies still on board, And dips and rises with the heaving wave: The ship-light flickers on that thirsty hoard Of arrows, which the twelve-fold labourer gave; The night-watch halts beside it, pondering all The dreadful purport of his chief's recall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EPIC STARS by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE CHILDHOOD OF HOMER by MARY KINZIE HOMER'S SEEING-EYE DOG by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THE RETURN OF THE GREEKS by EDWIN MUIR HOMER IN BASIC by KENNETH REXROTH THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER [DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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