By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

Do I Know What Rhetorical Means?