The Odyssey — Vocabulary
Homer
translated by: Robert Fitzgerald
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Telemakhos went on through to the storeroom of his father, a great vault where gold and bronze lay piled along with chests of clothes, and fragrant oil.40 more

You gods know everything; now you can tell me: which of the immortals chained me here?†38 more

Next to stand was Mentor, comrade in arms of the prince Odysseus, an old man now.†20 more

The sea routes will yield their distances to his true son, Penelope's true son,- I doubt another's luck would hold so far.8 more

Odysseus moved aside, yielding his couch, but from across the room Telemakhos checked him: "Friend, sit down; we'll find another chair in our own hut."8 more

But he is lost; he came to grief and perished, and there's no help for us in someone's hoping he still may come; that sun has long gone down.†16 more

For now the lords of the islands, Doulikhion and Same, wooded Zakynthos, and rocky Ithaka's young lords as well, are here courting my mother; and they use our house as if it were a house to plunder.†17 more

I'd be revenged for outrage on my insidious and brazen enemies.†13 more

He thundered out of bright Olympos down from above the cloudlands in reply —a rousing peal for Odysseus.†13 more

Then Eumaios echoed him, and invoked the gods, and prayed that his great-minded master should return.8 more

There can be no pleasure so fair as giving heed to a great minstrel like ours, whose voice itself is pure delight.†9 more

Now his heart foreknew the wrath to come, but he could not take flight, being by Athena bound there.†10 more

But in the eighth year, back from exile in Attika, Orestes killed the snake who killed his father.†11 more

Flashing down from Olympos' height she went to stand in Ithaka, before the Manor, just at the doorsill of the court.†10 more

Then said that sly and guileful man, Odysseus:7 more

Have you heard what glory young Orestes won when he cut down that two-faced man, Aigisthos, for killing his illustrious father?†5 more

In life there's nothing worse than knocking about the world, no bitterness we vagabonds are spared when the curst belly rages!†4 more

They are drunk, drunk on impudence, they might injure my guest-and how could I bear that?†3 more

To this I said: 'But you, now:-you must tell me how I can trap this venerable sea-god.†1 more

But anguish lies ahead; the god who thunders on the land prepares it, not to be shaken from your track, implacable, in rancor for the son whose eye you blinded.†1 more