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“I respect and reverence you, dear father-in-law, I wish I had chosen death rather than following your son, leaving behind my bridal chamber, my beloved daughter, my dear childhood friends and my kin. But I did not, and I pine away in sorrow.”

Quote by Homer

Book:The Iliad
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The Iliad

An ancient Greek epic, The Iliad, narrates the events of the Trojan War, focusing on the conflict between the Greeks and the Trojans, particularly the story of the warrior Achilles. more

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Homer
Homer

Homer, according to limited information, was an ancient Greek poet, credited with authorship of the epic poems 'The Iliad' and 'The Odyssey'. His biography is not well-documented, with the exact dates of his birth and death unknown. His works have had a profound impact on Western literature. more

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