Book III - Approach, my child, and grace thy father's side

The good old Priam welcomed her, and cried:

"Approach, my child, and grace thy father's side.

See on the plain thy Grecian spouse appears,

The friends and kindred of thy former years.

No crime of thine our present sufferings draws,

Not thou, but heaven's disposing will, the cause;

The gods these armies and this force employ,

The hostile gods conspire the fate of Troy.

But lift thine eyes, and say, what Greek is he,

Far as from hence these aged orbs can see,

Around whose brow such martial graces shine,

So tall, so awful, and almost divine?

Though some of larger stature tread the green,

None match his grandeur and exalted mien:

He seems a monarch and his country's pride."