This text is part of:
Table of Contents:
 Hail, sovereign Zeus, and you kindly Night, you who have given us great glory, you who cast your meshed snare upon the towered walls of Troy, so that neither old nor young could overleap  the huge enslaving net of all-conquering Destruction. Great Zeus it is, lord of host and guest, whom I revere—he has brought this to pass. He long kept his bow bent against Alexander  until his bolt would neither fall short of the mark nor, flying beyond the stars, be launched in vain.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.