All 30 Uses of
strife
in
The Iliad by Homer - (translated by: Pope)
- (42) Declare, O Muse! in what ill-fated hour(43) Sprung the fierce strife, from what offended power Latona's son a dire contagion spread,(44) And heap'd the camp with mountains of the dead; The king of men his reverent priest defied,(45) And for the king's offence the people died.†
Book 1
- Of all the kings (the god's distinguish'd care) To power superior none such hatred bear: Strife and debate thy restless soul employ, And wars and horrors are thy savage joy, If thou hast strength, 'twas Heaven that strength bestow'd; For know, vain man! thy valour is from God.†
Book 1
- The feast disturb'd, with sorrow Vulcan saw His mother menaced, and the gods in awe; Peace at his heart, and pleasure his design, Thus interposed the architect divine: "The wretched quarrels of the mortal state Are far unworthy, gods! of your debate: Let men their days in senseless strife employ, We, in eternal peace and constant joy.†
Book 1
- Encouraged hence, maintain the glorious strife, Till every soldier grasp a Phrygian wife, Till Helen's woes at full revenged appear, And Troy's proud matrons render tear for tear.†
Book 2
- Left to Atrides, (victor in the strife,) An odious conquest and a captive wife, Hence let me sail; and if thy Paris bear My absence ill, let Venus ease his care.†
Book 3
- Her act has rescued Paris' forfeit life, Though great Atrides gain'd the glorious strife.†
Book 4 *
- Be what ye seem, unanimated clay, Myself will dare the danger of the day; 'tis man's bold task the generous strife to try, But in the hands of God is victory."†
Book 7
- Let him, who first provoked our chiefs to fight, Let him demand the sanction of the night; If first he ask'd it, I content obey, And cease the strife when Hector shows the way."†
Book 7
- Now martial law commands us to forbear; Hereafter we shall meet in glorious war, Some future day shall lengthen out the strife, And let the gods decide of death or life!†
Book 7
- Bless'd in kind love, my years shall glide away, Content with just hereditary sway; There, deaf for ever to the martial strife, Enjoy the dear prerogative of life.†
Book 9
- …These toils, my subjects and my sons might bear; Their loyal thoughts and pious love conspire To ease a sovereign and relieve a sire: But now the last despair surrounds our host; No hour must pass, no moment must be lost; Each single Greek, in this conclusive strife, Stands on the sharpest edge of death or life: Yet, if my years thy kind regard engage, Employ thy youth as I employ my age; Succeed to these my cares, and rouse the rest; He serves me most, who serves his country best.†
Book 10
- To this Tydides, with a gloomy frown: "Think not to live, though all the truth be shown: Shall we dismiss thee, in some future strife To risk more bravely thy now forfeit life?†
Book 10
- Else should this hand, this hour decide the strife, The great dispute, of glory, or of life.†
Book 13
- How long (to Venus thus apart she cried) Shall human strife celestial minds divide?†
Book 14
- For strife, I hear, has made the union cease, Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.†
Book 14
- I visit these, to whose indulgent cares I owe the nursing of my tender years: For strife, I hear, has made that union cease Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.†
Book 14
- 'tis now no time for wisdom or debates; To your own hands are trusted all your fates; And better far in one decisive strife, One day should end our labour or our life, Than keep this hard-got inch of barren sands, Still press'd, and press'd by such inglorious hands."†
Book 15
- So, scorch'd with heat, along the desert score, The roaming lion meets a bristly boar, Fast by the spring; they both dispute the flood, With flaming eyes, and jaws besmear'd with blood; At length the sovereign savage wins the strife; And the torn boar resigns his thirst and life.†
Book 16
- No longer then defer the glorious strife, Let heaven decide our fortune, fame, and life.†
Book 17
- I dread Pelides now: his rage of mind Not long continues to the shores confined, Nor to the fields, where long in equal fray Contending nations won and lost the day; For Troy, for Troy, shall henceforth be the strife, And the hard contest not for fame, but life.†
Book 18
- 'twas Jove's high will alone, o'erruling all, That doom'd our strife, and doom'd the Greeks to fall.†
Book 19
- Thetis' this day, or Venus' offspring dies, And tears shall trickle from celestial eyes: For when two heroes, thus derived, contend, 'tis not in words the glorious strife can end.†
Book 20
- While these by Juno's will the strife resign, The warring gods in fierce contention join: Rekindling rage each heavenly breast alarms: With horrid clangour shock the ethereal arms: Heaven in loud thunder bids the trumpet sound; And wide beneath them groans the rending ground.†
Book 21
- (276) By these they pass'd, one chasing, one in flight: (The mighty fled, pursued by stronger might:) Swift was the course; no vulgar prize they play, No vulgar victim must reward the day: (Such as in races crown the speedy strife:) The prize contended was great Hector's life.†
Book 22
- To them I swear; if, victor in the strife, Jove by these hands shall shed thy noble life, No vile dishonour shall thy corse pursue; Stripp'd of its arms alone (the conqueror's due) The rest to Greece uninjured I'll restore: Now plight thy mutual oath, I ask no more."†
Book 22
- "Talk not of oaths (the dreadful chief replies, While anger flash'd from his disdainful eyes), Detested as thou art, and ought to be, Nor oath nor pact Achilles plights with thee: Such pacts as lambs and rabid wolves combine, Such leagues as men and furious lions join, To such I call the gods! one constant state Of lasting rancour and eternal hate: No thought but rage, and never-ceasing strife, Till death extinguish rage, and thought, and life.†
Book 22
- Scarce did the chief the vigorous strife prop When tower-like Ajax and Ulysses rose.†
Book 23
- While the long strife even tired the lookers on, Thus to Ulysses spoke great Telamon: "Or let me lift thee, chief, or lift thou me: Prove we our force, and Jove the rest decree."†
Book 23
- Defiled with honourable dust they roll, Still breathing strife, and unsubdued of soul: Again they rage, again to combat rise; When great Achilles thus divides the prize: "Your noble vigour, O my friends, restrain; Nor weary out your generous strength in vain.†
Book 23
- But Greece, now trembling for her hero's life, Bade share the honours, and surcease the strife.†
Book 23
Definition:
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(strife) violent conflict or angry disagreement