| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | Achilles | | By Ernest Myers (1844–1921) |
| | | ATHWART the sunrise of our western day | |
| The form of great Achilles, high and clear, | |
| Stands forth in arms, wielding the Pelian spear. | |
| The sanguine tides of that immortal fray, | |
| Swept on by Gods, around him surge and sway, | 5 |
| Wherethrough the helms of many a warrior peer, | |
| Strong men and swift, their tossing plumes uprear. | |
| But stronger, swifter, goodlier he than they, | |
| More awful, more divine. Yet mark anigh; | |
| Some fiery pang hath rent his soul within, | 10 |
| Some hovering shade his brows encompasseth. | |
| What gifts hath Fate for all his chivalry? | |
| Even such as hearts heroic oftenest win; | |
| Honour, a friend, anguish, untimely death. | | | | |
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