The Iliad of Homer: Books 1-12Fields, Osgood, 1870 |
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الصفحة xii
... child- ish . In the Trojan war everything happens by their direc- tion or their prompting . In the system of Homer it is they who stir up men to strife , who bring on the battles , promote the slaughter , and bring it to an end , urge ...
... child- ish . In the Trojan war everything happens by their direc- tion or their prompting . In the system of Homer it is they who stir up men to strife , who bring on the battles , promote the slaughter , and bring it to an end , urge ...
الصفحة 2
... child , And take her ransom , honoring him who sends His arrows far , Apollo , son of Jove . " Then all the other Greeks , applauding , bade Revere the priest and take the liberal gifts He offered , but the counsel did not please ...
... child , And take her ransom , honoring him who sends His arrows far , Apollo , son of Jove . " Then all the other Greeks , applauding , bade Revere the priest and take the liberal gifts He offered , but the counsel did not please ...
الصفحة 7
... child of Chryses . ' T was my choice To keep her with me , for I prize her more Than Clytemnestra , bride of my young years , And deem her not less nobly graced than she , In form and feature , mind and pleasing arts . Yet will I give ...
... child of Chryses . ' T was my choice To keep her with me , for I prize her more Than Clytemnestra , bride of my young years , And deem her not less nobly graced than she , In form and feature , mind and pleasing arts . Yet will I give ...
الصفحة 20
... child , why weepest thou ? What grief is this ? Speak , and hide nothing , so that both may know . " Achilles , swift of foot , sighed heavily , - And said : " Thou know'st already . Why relate These things to thee , who art apprised of ...
... child , why weepest thou ? What grief is this ? Speak , and hide nothing , so that both may know . " Achilles , swift of foot , sighed heavily , - And said : " Thou know'st already . Why relate These things to thee , who art apprised of ...
الصفحة 21
... child to Chryses , and with her they bear Gifts to the monarch - god ; while to my tent Heralds have come , and borne away the maid Briseis , given me by the sons of Greece . But succor thou thy son , if thou hast power ; Ascend to ...
... child to Chryses , and with her they bear Gifts to the monarch - god ; while to my tent Heralds have come , and borne away the maid Briseis , given me by the sons of Greece . But succor thou thy son , if thou hast power ; Ascend to ...
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Achaians Achilles ægis-bearing Æneas Agamemnon Ajax Apollo Argive armor arms arrow Atreus Atrides bade battle bear beheld beside blue-eyed Pallas bore brass brave bravest brazen breast chariot chief combat counsel coursers daughter dear death Diomed dost drew earth Epeians Eurypylus father fear fell fight fleet friends galleys gave Gerenian knight goddess godlike gods Grecian Greeks hand hath heart heaven Hector Helen honor host Idomeneus Ilium immortal Jove Juno Jupiter king long-haired Greeks Lycian Mars Menelaus mighty Minerva Nestor night noble o'er obeyed Olympus Pallas Paris Patroclus Peleus perish Phœbus pierced Pirithoüs Priam princes rushed Saturn seized shalt shield ships slain slew smote son of Saturn sons of Greece sons of Troy spake spear spoil steeds Sthenelus stood swift Telamonian Ajax tent Teucer thee thou art thou hast took Trojan knights Trojans turn Tydeus Tydides Ulysses valiant valor wall warlike warriors words wounded wrath
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الصفحة 1 - O Goddess ! sing the wrath of Peleus' son, Achilles ; sing the deadly wrath that brought Woes numberless upon the Greeks, and swept To Hades many a valiant soul, and gave Their limbs a prey to dogs and birds of air, — For so had Jove appointed, — from the time When the two chiefs, Atrides, king of men, And great Achilles, parted first as foes.
الصفحة 203 - Andromache Pressed to his side meanwhile, and, all in tears, Clung to his hand, and, thus beginning, said: — "Too brave! thy valor yet will cause thy death. Thou hast no pity on thy tender child, Nor me, unhappy one, who soon must be Thy widow. All the Greeks will rush on thee To take thy life. A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art gone — Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, And no dear mother. Great Achilles slew My father...
الصفحة 88 - Small blame is theirs, if both the Trojan knights And brazen-mailed Achaians have endured So long so many evils for the sake Of that one woman.
الصفحة 206 - And eyeing with affright the horse-hair plume That grimly nodded from the lofty crest. At this both parents in their fondness laughed; And hastily the mighty Hector took The helmet from his brow and laid it down Gleaming upon the ground, and, having kissed His darling son and tossed him up in play, Prayed thus to Jove and all the gods of heaven...
الصفحة 207 - Received him, weeping as she smiled. The chief Beheld, and, moved with tender pity, smoothed Her forehead gently with his hand and said: "Sorrow not thus, beloved one, for me. No living man can send me to the shades Before my time; no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny. But go thou home, and tend thy labors there — The web, the distaff — and command thy maids To speed the work. The cares of war pertain To all men born in Troy, and most to me.
الصفحة 206 - So speaking, to the arms of his dear spouse He gave the boy; she on her fragrant breast Received him, weeping as she smiled. The chief Beheld, and, moved with tender pity, smoothed Her forehead gently with his hand and said: "Sorrow not thus, beloved one, for me. No living man can send me to the shades Before my time; no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
الصفحة 204 - Then answered Hector, great in war : " All this I bear in mind, dear wife ; but I should stand Ashamed before the men and long-robed dames Of Troy, were I to keep aloof and shun The conflict, coward-like.
الصفحة 205 - But not the sorrows of the Trojan race, Nor those of Hecuba herself, nor those Of royal Priam, nor the woes that wait My brothers many and brave, — who all at last. Slain by the pitiless foe, shall lie in dust,— Grieve me so much as thine, when some mailed Greek Shall lead thee weeping hence, and take from thee Thy day of freedom. Thou in Argos then Shalt, at another's bidding, ply the loom. And from the fountain of Messeis draw Water, or from the Hypereian spring.
الصفحة 206 - O Jupiter and all ye deities, Vouchsafe that this my son may yet become Among the Trojans eminent like me, And nobly rule in Ilium. May they say, 'This man is greater than his father was!' When they behold him from the battlefield Bring back the bloody spoil of the slain foe, That so his mother may be glad at heart.
الصفحة 264 - So, high in hope, they sat the whole night through In warlike lines, and many watch-fires blazed, As when in heaven the stars look brightly forth Round the clear-shining moon, while not a breeze Stirs in the depths of air, and all the stars Are seen, and gladness fills the shepherd's heart, So many fires in sight of Ilium blazed, Lit by the sons of Troy, between the ships And eddying Xanthus : on the plain there shone A thousand ; fifty warriors by each fire Sat in its light.