But may the soil be heaped above my corpse Before I hear thy shriek and see thy shame!' He spoke, and stretched his arms to take the child, But back the child upon his nurse's breast Shrank crying, frightened at his father's looks.

Fearing the brass and crest of horse's hair Which waved above the helmet terribly.

Then out that father dear and mother laughed, And glorious Hector took the helmet off, And laid it gleaming on the ground, and kissed His darling child, and danced him in his arm; And spoke in prayer to Zeus, and all the gods 'Zeu, and ye other gods, oh grant that this My child, like me, may grow the champion here As good in strength, and rule with might in Troy That men may say, "The boy is better far Than was his sire," when he returns from war, Bearing a gory harness, having slain A foeman, and his mothers heart rejoice.

Thus saying, on the hands of his dear wife He laid the child; and she received him back In fragrant bosom, smiling through her tears.
[Footnote: The above lines are not meant as a 'translation,' but as an humble attempt to give the literal sense in some sort of metre.

It would be an act of arrogance even to aim at success where Pope and Chapman failed.