The Iliad — Vocabulary
Homer
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Atrides, curb thy wrath!†99 more

  But when the twelfth revolving day was come,
  Back to Olympus' heights th' immortal Gods,
  Jove at their head, together all return'd.†105 more

  Him, Phyleus' warrior son, approaching near,
  Thrust through the junction of the head and neck;
  Crash'd through his teeth the spear beneath the tongue;
  Prone in the dust he gnash'd the brazen point.†73 more

  For Hector, yet alive, his household mourn'd,
  Deeming he never would again return,
  Safe from the fight, by Grecian hands unharm'd.†60 more

Say then, what God the fatal strife provok'd?†49 more

  From far Ascania's lake, with Phorcys join'd,
  The godlike presence of Ascanius brought
  The Phrygians, dauntless in the standing fight.†42 more

  Then through the ranks assenting murmurs ran,
  The priest to rev'rence, and the ransom take:
  Not so Atrides; he, with haughty mien
  And bitter words, the trembling sire dismiss'd.†28 more

  All this hast thou forgotten, or despis'd;
  And threat'nest now to wrest from me the prize
  I labour'd hard to win, and Greeks bestow'd.†32 more

  'Twere foul disgrace indeed, and scorn on scorn,
  If Hector's challenge none of all the Greeks
  Should dare accept; to dust and water turn
  All ye who here inglorious, heartless sit!†22 more

  He scarce had ended, when themselves appear'd,
  And from the car descended: welcom'd back
  With cordial grasp of hands, and friendly words.†23 more

  Juno and Pallas only sat aloof;
  No word they utter'd, no enquiry made.†24 more

  I should not fear, by him accompanied,
  To pass through fire, and safely both return;
  So far in prudence he surpasses all.†19 more

  Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or died at least
  Unwedded; so 'twere better far for all,
  Than thus to live a scandal and reproach.†24 more

  The well-greav'd Greeks, they too, with grief suppress'd,
  Heap'd up their dead upon the fun'ral pyre;
  Then burnt with fire, and to the ships return'd.†26 more

  Cease, then, these broils, and draw not thus thy sword;
  In words, indeed, assail him as thou wilt.†48 more

  But seek me out forthwith some other spoil,
  Lest empty-handed I alone appear
  Of all the Greeks; for this would ill beseem;
  And how I lose my present share, ye see.†18 more

  Insatiate Mars his son Isander slew
  In battle with the valiant Solymi:
  His daughter perish'd by Diana's wrath.†9 more

  The first was Teucer's; with impetuous force
  He shot; but vow'd not to the Archer-King
  Of firstling lambs a solemn hecatomb.†9 more

  That he the well-built walls of Troy should raze,
  And safe return, if unrestrain'd we leave
  Ferocious Mars to urge his mad career.†12 more

  These two, of strength and life at once bereft,
  The son of Tydeus, valiant Diomed,
  Stripp'd of their armour; while Ulysses slew
  Hippodamus, and bold Hyperochus.†11 more