ness, and prohibited from employing his valour in any noble action, he chafes because his arms are idle, and prays for a speedy return of light. "At least," he thinks, "I shall find a warrior's grave, even though Zeus himself should fight against me."11 In such passages the mind of the poet is swept along in the whirlwind of the struggle, and, in his own words, he
"Like the fierce war-god, raves, or wasting fire
Through the deep thickets on a mountain-side;
His lips drop foam."[1]
12But there is another and a very interesting aspect of Homer's mind. When we turn to the Odyssey we find occasion to observe that a great poetical genius in the decline of power which comes with old age naturally leans towards the fabulous. For it is evident that this work was composed after the Iliad, in proof of which we may mention, among many other indications, the introduction in the Odyssey of the sequel to the story of his heroes' adventures at Troy, as so many additional episodes in the Trojan war, and especially the tribute of sorrow and mourning which is paid in that poem to departed heroes, as if in fulfilment of some previous design. The Odyssey is, in fact, a sort of epilogue to the Iliad—
- ↑ Il. xv. 605.
