Things seen no more, its towering temples razed,
And caused the seed of the whole land to perish.
Such yoke on Ilium’s haughty neck the elder
Atridan threw, a king whom gods have blessed
And men revere, ’mongst mortals worthy most
Of honour; now nor Paris, nor in the bond
Partner’d with him, old Troy more crime may boast
Than penalty; duly in the court of fight,
In the just doom of rape and robbery damned,
His pledge is forfeited;[n49] his hand hath reaped