And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, h — Homer, The Iliad
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And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself—more birds than women flocking round his body!

— Homer, The Iliad
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