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The Iliad of Homer Translated by Alexander Pope, With Notes and Introduction by the Rev. Theodore Alois Buckley, M.A., F.S.A. and Flaxman’s Designs. 1899 Contents INTRODUCTION. POPE’S PREFACE TO THE ILIAD OF HOMER THE ILIAD BOOK I. BOOK II. BOOK III. BOOK IV. BOOK V. BOOK VI. BOOK VII. BOOK VIII. BOOK IX. BOOK X. BOOK XI. BOOK XII. BOOK XIII. BOOK XIV. BOOK XV. BOOK XVI. BOOK XVII. BOOK XVIII. BOOK XIX. BOOK XX. BOOK XXI. BOOK XXII. BOOK XXIII. BOOK XXIV. CONCLUDING NOTE. Illustrations HOMER INVOKING THE MUSE MARS MINERVA REPRESSING THE FURY OF ACHILLES THE DEPARTURE OF BRISEIS FROM THE TENT OF ACHILLES THETIS CALLING BRIAREUS TO THE ASSISTANCE OF JUPITER THETIS ENTREATING JUPITER TO HONOUR ACHILLES VULCAN JUPITER THE APOTHEOSIS OF HOMER JUPITER SENDING THE EVIL DREAM TO AGAMEMNON NEPTUNE VENUS, DISGUISED, INVITING HELEN TO THE CHAMBER OF PARIS VENUS PRESENTING HELEN TO PARIS VENUS Map, titled “GRÆCIÆ ANTIQUÆ” THE COUNCIL OF THE GODS Map of the Plain of Troy VENUS, WOUNDED IN THE HAND, CONDUCTED BY IRIS TO MARS OTUS AND EPHIALTES HOLDING MARS CAPTIVE DIOMED CASTING HIS SPEAR AT MARS JUNO HECTOR CHIDING PARIS THE MEETING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE BOWS AND BOW CASE IRIS HECTOR AND AJAX SEPARATED BY THE HERALDS GREEK AMPHORA—WINE VESSELS JUNO AND MINERVA GOING TO ASSIST THE GREEKS THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO’S CAR THE SHIELD OF ACHILLES PLUTO THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES GREEK GALLEY PROSERPINE ACHILLES DIOMED AND ULYSSES RETURNING WITH THE SPOILS OF RHESUS THE DESCENT OF DISCORD HERCULES POLYDAMAS ADVISING HECTOR GREEK ALTAR NEPTUNE RISING FROM THE SEA GREEK EARRINGS SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER GREEK SHIELD BACCHUS AJAX DEFENDING THE GREEK SHIPS CASTOR AND POLLUX Buckles DIANA SLEEP AND DEATH CONVEYING THE BODY OF SARPEDON TO LYCIA ÆSCULAPIUS FIGHT FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS VULCAN FROM AN ANTIQUE GEM THETIS ORDERING THE NEREIDS TO DESCEND INTO THE SEA JUNO COMMANDING THE SUN TO SET TRIPOD THETIS AND EURYNOME RECEIVING THE INFANT VULCAN VULCAN AND CHARIS RECEIVING THETIS THETIS BRINGING THE ARMOUR TO ACHILLES HERCULES THE GODS DESCENDING TO BATTLE CENTAUR ACHILLES CONTENDING WITH THE RIVERS THE BATH ANDROMACHE FAINTING ON THE WALL THE FUNERAL PILE OF PATROCLUS CERES HECTOR’S BODY AT THE CAR OF ACHILLES THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS IRIS ADVISES PRIAM TO OBTAIN THE BODY OF HECTOR FUNERAL OF HECTOR INTRODUCTION. Scepticism is as much the result of knowledge, as knowledge is of scepticism. To be content with what we at present know, is, for the most part, to shut our ears against conviction; since, from the very gradual character of our education, we must continually forget, and emancipate ourselves from, knowledge previously acquired; we must set aside old notions and embrace fresh ones; and, as we learn, we must be daily unlearning something which it has cost us no small labour and anxiety to acquire. And this difficulty attaches itself more closely to an age in which progress has gained a strong ascendency over prejudice, and in which persons and things are, day by day, finding their real level, in lieu of their conventional value. The same principles which have swept away traditional abuses, and which are making rapid havoc among the revenues of sinecurists, and stripping the thin, tawdry veil from attractive superstitions, are working as actively in literature as in society. The credulity of one writer, or the partiality of another, finds as powerful a touchstone and as wholesome a chastisement in the healthy scepticism of a temperate class of antagonists, as the dreams of conservatism, or the impostures of pluralist sinecures in the Church. History and tradition, whether of ancient or comparatively recent times, are subjected to very different handling from that which the indulgence or credulity of former ages could allow. Mere statements are jealously watched, and the motives of the writer form as important an ingredient in the analysis of his history, as the facts he records. Probability is a powerful and troublesome test; and it is by this troublesome standard that a large portion of historical evidence is sifted. Consistency is no less pertinacious and exacting in its demands. In brief, to write a history, we must know more than mere facts. Human nature, viewed under an induction of extended experience, is the best help to the criticism of human history. Historical characters can only be estimated by the standard which human experience, whether actual or traditionary, has furnished. To form correct views of individuals we must regard them as forming parts of a great whole—we must measure them by their relation to the mass of beings by whom they are surrounded, and, in contemplating the incidents in their lives or condition which tradition has handed down to us, we must rather consider the general bearing of the whole narrative, than the respective probability of its details. It is unfortunate for us, that, of some of the greatest men, we know least, and talk most. Homer, Socrates, and Shakespere[1] have, perhaps, contributed more to the intellectual enlightenment of mankind than any other three writers who could be named, and yet the history of all three has given rise to a boundless ocean of discussion, which has left us little save the option of choosing which theory or theories we will follow. The personality of Shakespere is, perhaps, the only thing in which critics will allow us to believe without controversy; but upon everything else, even down to the authorship of plays, there is more or less of doubt and uncertainty. Of Socrates we know as little as the contradictions of Plato and Xenophon will allow us to know. He was one of the _dramatis personæ_ in two dramas as unlike in principles as in style. He appears as the enunciator of opinions as different in their tone as those of the writers who have handed them down. When we have read Plato _or_ Xenophon, we think we know something of Socrates; when we have fairly read and examined both, we feel convinced that we are something worse than ignorant. It has been an easy, and a popular expedient, of late years, to deny the personal or real existence of men and things whose life and condition were too much for our belief. This system—which has often comforted the religious sceptic, and substituted the consolations of Strauss for those of the New Testament—has been of incalculable value to the historical theorists of the last and present centuries. To question the existence of Alexander the Great, would be a more excusable act, than to believe in that of Romulus. To deny a fact related in Herodotus, because it is inconsistent with a theory developed from an Assyrian inscription which no two scholars read in the same way, is more pardonable, than to believe in the good-natured old king whom the elegant pen of Florian has idealized—_Numa Pompilius._ Scepticism has attained its culminating point with respect to Homer, and the state of our Homeric knowledge may be described as a free permission to believe any theory, provided we throw overboard all written tradition, concerning the author or authors of the Iliad and Odyssey. What few authorities exist on the subject, are summarily dismissed, although the arguments appear to run in a circle. “This cannot be true, because it is not true; and, that is not true, because it cannot be true.” Such seems to be the style, in which testimony upon testimony, statement upon statement, is consigned to denial and oblivion. It is, however, unfortunate that the professed biographies of Homer are partly forgeries, partly freaks of ingenuity and imagination, in which truth is the requisite most wanting. Before taking a brief review of the Homeric theory in its present conditions, some notice must be taken of the treatise on the Life of Homer which has been attributed to Herodotus. According to this document, the city of Cumæ in Æolia, was, at an early period, the seat of frequent immigrations from various parts of Greece. Among the immigrants was Menapolus, the son of Ithagenes. Although poor, he married, and the result of the union was a girl named Critheïs. The girl was left an orphan at an early age, under the guardianship of Cleanax, of Argos. It is to the indiscretion of this maiden that we “are indebted for so much happiness.” Homer was the first fruit of her juvenile frailty, and received the name of Melesigenes, from having been born near the river Meles, in Bœotia, whither Critheïs had been transported in order to save her reputation. “At this time,” continues our narrative, “there lived at Smyrna a man named Phemius, a teacher of literature and music, who, not being married, engaged Critheïs to manage his household, and spin the flax he received as the price of his scholastic labours. So satisfactory was her performance of this task, and so modest her conduct, that he made proposals of marriage, declaring himself, as a further inducement, willing to adopt her son, who, he asserted, would become a clever man, if he were carefully brought up.” They were married; careful cultivation ripened the talents which nature had bestowed, and Melesigenes soon surpassed his schoolfellows in every attainment, and, when older, rivalled his preceptor in wisdom. Phemius died, leaving him sole heir to his property, and his mother soon followed. Melesigenes carried on his adopted father’s school with great success, exciting the admiration not only of the inhabitants of Smyrna, but also of the strangers whom the trade carried on there, especially in the exportation of corn, attracted to that city. Among these visitors, one Mentes, from Leucadia, the modern Santa Maura, who evinced a knowledge and intelligence rarely found in those times, persuaded Melesigenes to close his school, and accompany him on his travels. He promised not only to pay his expenses, but to furnish him with a further stipend, urging, that, “While he was yet young, it was fitting that he should see with his own eyes the countries and cities which might hereafter be the subjects of his discourses.” Melesigenes consented, and set out with his patron, “examining all the curiosities of the countries they visited, and informing himself of everything by interrogating those whom he met.” We may also suppose, that he wrote memoirs of all that he deemed worthy of preservation.[2] Having set sail from Tyrrhenia and Iberia, they reached Ithaca. Here Melesigenes, who had already suffered in his eyes, became much worse, and Mentes, who was about to leave for Leucadia, left him to the medical superintendence of a friend of his, named Mentor, the son of Alcinor. Under his hospitable and intelligent host, Melesigenes rapidly became acquainted with the legends respecting Ulysses, which afterwards formed the subject of the Odyssey. The inhabitants of Ithaca assert, that it was here that Melesigenes became blind, but the Colophomans make their city the seat of that misfortune. He then returned to Smyrna, where he applied himself to the study of poetry.[3] But poverty soon drove him to Cumæ. Having passed over the Hermæan plain, he arrived at Neon Teichos, the New Wall, a colony of Cumæ. Here his misfortunes and poetical talent gained him the friendship of one Tychias, an armourer. “And up to my time,” continued the author, “the inhabitants showed the place where he used to sit when giving a recitation of his verses, and they greatly honoured the spot. Here also a poplar grew, which they said had sprung up ever since Melesigenes arrived”.[4] But poverty still drove him on, and he went by way of Larissa, as being