In ninety sail, from Pylos'
sandy coast,
Nestor the sage conducts his
chosen host:
From Amphigenia's
ever-fruitful land,
Where Æpy high, and little
Pteleon stand;
Where beauteous Arene her
structures shows,
And Thryon's walls Alpheus'
streams inclose:
And Dorion, famed for
Thamyris' disgrace,
Superior once of all the
tuneful race,
Till, vain of mortals' empty
praise, he strove
To match the seed of cloud-compelling
Jove!
Too daring bard! whose
unsuccessful pride
The immortal Muses in their
art defied.
The avenging Muses of the
light of day
Deprived his eyes, and
snatch'd his voice away;
No more his heavenly voice was
heard to sing,
His hand no more awaked the
silver string.
Where under high Cyllene,
crown'd with wood,
The shaded tomb of old Æpytus
stood;
From Ripe, Stratie, Tegea's
bordering towns,
The Phenean fields, and
Orchomenian downs,
Where the fat herds in
plenteous pasture rove;
And Stymphelus with her
surrounding grove;
Parrhasia, on her snowy cliffs
reclined,
And high Enispe shook by
wintry wind,
And fair Mantinea's
ever-pleasing site;
In sixty sail the Arcadian
bands unite.
Bold Agapenor, glorious at
their head,
(Ancaeus' son) the mighty
squadron led.
Their ships, supplied by
Agamemnon's care,
Through roaring seas the
wondering warriors bear;
The first to battle on the
appointed plain,
But new to all the dangers of
the main.
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These seem like shock troopers
or marines that land on th shores first to fight.
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The roll call acounts the
females and males of Egypt and their unity to the now Agamemnon, including pupae
or upper egypt, and how they came to be profiling hobbies that they were renown
for.
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