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wrath

in

The Iliad by Homer - (translated by: Pope)

Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!†
Book 1

That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain; Whose limbs unburied on the naked shore, Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore.†
Book 1

Achilles heard, with grief and rage oppress'd, His heart swell'd high, and labour'd in his breast; Distracting thoughts by turns his bosom ruled; Now fired by wrath, and now by reason cool'd: That prompts his hand to draw the deadly sword, Force through the Greeks, and pierce their haughty lord; This whispers soft his vengeance to control, And calm the rising tempest of his soul.†
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A prophet then, inspired by heaven, arose, And points the crime, and thence derives the woes: Myself the first the assembled chiefs incline To avert the vengeance of the power divine; Then rising in his wrath, the monarch storm'd; Incensed he threaten'd, and his threats perform'd: The fair Chryseis to her sire was sent, With offer'd gifts to make the god relent; But now he seized Briseis' heavenly charms, And of my valour's prize defrauds my arms, Defrauds the votes of all the Grecian train;(63) And service, faith, and justice, plead in vain.†
Book 1

Full on the sire the goddess of the skies Roll'd the large orbs of her majestic eyes, And thus return'd:——"Austere Saturnius, say, From whence this wrath, or who controls thy sway?†
Book 1

for dreadful is the wrath of kings."†
Book 2

Ajax in arms the first renown acquired, While stern Achilles in his wrath retired: (His was the strength that mortal might exceeds, And his the unrivall'd race of heavenly steeds:) But Thetis' son now shines in arms no more; His troops, neglected on the sandy shore.†
Book 2

Though secret anger swell'd Minerva's breast, The prudent goddess yet her wrath suppress'd; But Juno, impotent of passion, broke Her sullen silence, and with fury spoke:†
Book 4

Struck with his generous wrath, the king replies:†
Book 4

Let the brave chiefs their glorious toils divide; And whose the conquest, mighty Jove decide: While we from interdicted fields retire, Nor tempt the wrath of heaven's avenging sire."†
Book 5

"Stern power of arms, by whom the mighty fall; Who bathest in blood, and shakest the embattled wall, Rise in thy wrath!†
Book 5

Him thus upbraiding, with a wrathful look The lord of thunders view'd, and stern bespoke: "To me, perfidious! this lamenting strain?†
Book 5

Nor fail'd the crime the immortals' wrath to move; (The immortals bless'd with endless ease above;) Deprived of sight by their avenging doom, Cheerless he breathed, and wander'd in the gloom, Then sunk unpitied to the dire abodes, A wretch accursed, and hated by the gods!†
Book 6

Both armies pass the night in feasting but Jupiter disheartens the Trojans with thunder, and other signs of his wrath.†
Book 7

Achilles shuns the fight; yet some there are, Not void of soul, and not unskill'd in war: Let him, unactive on the sea-beat shore, Indulge his wrath, and aid our arms no more; Whole troops of heroes Greece has yet to boast, And sends thee one, a sample of her host, Such as I am, I come to prove thy might; No more——be sudden, and begin the fight."†
Book 7

But Jove averse the signs of wrath display'd, And shot red lightnings through the gloomy shade: Humbled they stood; pale horror seized on all, While the deep thunder shook the aerial hall.†
Book 7

From fields forbidden we submiss refrain, With arms unaiding mourn our Argives slain; Yet grant my counsels still their breasts may move, Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove."†
Book 8

Before his wrath the trembling hosts retire; The gods in terrors, and the skies on fire.†
Book 8

Neptune with wrath rejects the rash design: "What rage, what madness, furious queen!†
Book 8

Thus pray'd the king, and heaven's great father heard His vows, in bitterness of soul preferr'd: The wrath appeased, by happy signs declares, And gives the people to their monarch's prayers.†
Book 8

What power divine shall Hector's wrath assuage?†
Book 8

what rage can move Celestial minds to tempt the wrath of Jove?†
Book 8

Soon was your battle o'er: proud Troy retired Before your face, and in your wrath expired.†
Book 8

Though secret anger swell'd Minerva's breast, The prudent goddess yet her wrath repress'd; But Juno, impotent of rage, replies: "What hast thou said, O tyrant of the skies!†
Book 8

(197) Whose wrath hung heavy o'er the Trojan towers: Nor Priam nor his sons obtain'd their grace; Proud Troy they hated, and her guilty race.†
Book 8

thy wrath withhold, The laws of council bid my tongue be bold.†
Book 9

When from Pelides' tent you forced the maid, I first opposed, and faithful, durst dissuade; But bold of soul, when headlong fury fired, You wronged the man, by men and gods admired: Now seek some means his fatal wrath to end, With prayers to move him, or with gifts to bend."†
Book 9

Fain would my heart, which err'd through frantic rage, The wrathful chief and angry gods assuage.†
Book 9

If wrath so dreadful fill thy ruthless mind, How shall thy friend, thy Phoenix, stay behind?†
Book 9

"Cursed by Althaea, to his wrath he yields, And in his wife's embrace forgets the fields.†
Book 9

(Ithacus replied) Fix'd is his wrath, unconquer'd is his pride; He slights thy friendship, thy proposals scorns, And, thus implored, with fiercer fury burns.†
Book 9

Sternly he spoke, and as the wretch prepared With humble blandishment to stroke his beard, Like lightning swift the wrathful falchion flew, Divides the neck, and cuts the nerves in two; One instant snatch'd his trembling soul to hell, The head, yet speaking, mutter'd as it fell.†
Book 10

Even Jove, whose thunder spoke his wrath, distill'd Red drops of blood o'er all the fatal field;(220) The woes of men unwilling to survey, And all the slaughters that must stain the day.†
Book 11

This said, he rushes where the combat burns; Swift to his tent the Cretan king returns: From thence, two javelins glittering in his hand, And clad in arms that lighten'd all the strand, Fierce on the foe the impetuous hero drove, Like lightning bursting from the arm of Jove, Which to pale man the wrath of heaven declares, Or terrifies the offending world with wars; In streamy sparkles, kindling all the skies, From pole to pole the trail of glory flies: Thus his bright armour o'er the dazzled throng Gleam'd dreadful, as the monarch flash'd along.†
Book 13

the deeps arise, the tempests roar, And drive the hero to the Coan shore: Great Jove, awaking, shook the blest abodes With rising wrath, and tumbled gods on gods; Me chief he sought, and from the realms on high Had hurl'd indignant to the nether sky, But gentle Night, to whom I fled for aid, (The friend of earth and heaven,) her wings display'd; Impower'd the wrath of gods and men to tame, Even Jove revered the venerable dame."†
Book 14

the deeps arise, the tempests roar, And drive the hero to the Coan shore: Great Jove, awaking, shook the blest abodes With rising wrath, and tumbled gods on gods; Me chief he sought, and from the realms on high Had hurl'd indignant to the nether sky, But gentle Night, to whom I fled for aid, (The friend of earth and heaven,) her wings display'd; Impower'd the wrath of gods and men to tame, Even Jove revered the venerable dame."†
Book 14

[Illustration: SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER.]†
Book 14

SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER.†
Book 14

still he vaunts, and threats the fleet with fires, While stern Achilles in his wrath retires.†
Book 14

And now had Jove, by bold rebellion driven, Discharged his wrath on half the host of heaven; But Pallas, springing through the bright abode, Starts from her azure throne to calm the god.†
Book 15

If yet, forgetful of his promise given To Hermes, Pallas, and the queen of heaven, To favour Ilion, that perfidious place, He breaks his faith with half the ethereal race; Give him to know, unless the Grecian train Lay yon proud structures level with the plain, Howe'er the offence by other gods be pass'd, The wrath of Neptune shall for ever last."†
Book 15

the god whose liquid arms are hurl'd Around the globe, whose earthquakes rock the world, Desists at length his rebel-war to wage, Seeks his own seas, and trembles at our rage; Else had my wrath, heaven's thrones all shaking round, Burn'd to the bottom of his seas profound; And all the gods that round old Saturn dwell Had heard the thunders to the deeps of hell.†
Book 15

He foams with wrath; beneath his gloomy brow Like fiery meteors his red eye-balls glow: The radiant helmet on his temple burns, Waves when he nods, and lightens as he turns: For Jove his splendour round the chief had thrown, And cast the blaze of both the hosts on one.†
Book 15

Wrath and revenge from men and gods remove: Far, far too dear to every mortal breast, Sweet to the soul, as honey to the taste: Gathering like vapours of a noxious kind From fiery blood, and darkening all the mind.†
Book 18

He said: his finish'd wrath with loud acclaim The Greeks accept, and shout Pelides' name.†
Book 19

Nor charge on me, ye Greeks, the dire debate: Know, angry Jove, and all-compelling Fate, With fell Erinnys, urged my wrath that day When from Achilles' arms I forced the prey.†
Book 19

"For this (the stern AEacides replies) Some less important season may suffice, When the stern fury of the war is o'er, And wrath, extinguish'd, burns my breast no more.†
Book 19

As when avenging flames with fury driven On guilty towns exert the wrath of heaven; The pale inhabitants, some fall, some fly; And the red vapours purple all the sky: So raged Achilles: death and dire dismay, And toils, and terrors, fill'd the dreadful day.†
Book 21

The prize I quit, if thou thy wrath resign; The mare, or aught thou ask'st, be freely thine Ere I become (from thy dear friendship torn) Hateful to thee, and to the gods forsworn."†
Book 23

But this insatiate, the commission given By fate exceeds, and tempts the wrath of heaven: Lo, how his rage dishonest drags along Hector's dead earth, insensible of wrong!†
Book 24

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wrath in The Iliad by Homer - (translated by: Pope)

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