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used in The Iliad by Homer - (translated by: Edward)

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lacking something that is desired


suffered great sadness because of loss or lack of something expected or strongly desired


deprived (taken away something that is desired)
  • 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.
    2.11 — Volume 2 Book 11 (39% in)
  • ..."Dear Lord, thy dauntless spirit will work thy doom: Nor hast thou pity on this thy helpless child, Or me forlorn, to be thy widow soon: For thee will all the Greeks with force combin'd Assail and slay: for me, 'twere better far, Of thee bereft, to lie beneath the sod; Nor comfort shall be mine, if thou be lost, But endless grief; to me nor sire is left, Nor honour'd mother; fell Achilles' hand My sire Eetion slew, what time his arms The populous city of Cilicia raz'd, The lofty-gated...
    1.6 — Volume 1 Book 6 (74% in)
  • Thus having said, he sat; and next arose The godlike Paris, fair-hair'd Helen's Lord; Who thus with winged words the chiefs address'd: "Hostile to me, Antenor, is thy speech; Thy better judgment better counsel knows; But if in earnest such is thine advice, Thee of thy senses have the Gods bereft.
    1.7 — Volume 1 Book 7 (71% in)
  • As when amid a densely timber'd wood Light the devouring flames, by eddying winds Hither and thither borne, fast falls the copse Prostrate beneath the fire's impetuous course; So thickly fell the flying Trojans' heads Beneath the might of Agamemnon's arm; And here and there, athwart the pass of war, Was many an empty car at random whirl'd By strong-neck'd steeds, of guiding hands bereft; Stretch'd on the plain they lay, more welcome sight To carrion birds than to their widow'd wives.
    2.11 — Volume 2 Book 11 (18% in)
  • But if in earnest such is thine advice, Thee of thy senses have the Gods bereft, Who fain wouldst have us disregard the word And promise by the nod of Jove confirm'd, And put our faith in birds' expanded wings; Little of these I reck, nor care to look, If to the right, and tow'rd the morning sun, Or to the left, and shades of night, they fly.
    2.12 — Volume 2 Book 12 (49% in)
  • As by the bolt of Heav'n Uprooted, prostrate lies some forest oak; The sulph'rous vapour taints the air; appall'd, Bereft of strength, the near beholder stands, And awestruck hears the thunder-peal of Jove; So in the dust the might of Hector lay: Dropp'd from his hand the spear; the shield and helm Fell with him; loud his polished armour rang.
    2.14 — Volume 2 Book 14 (76% in)
  • At length a comrade brave, Alcimedon, Laerces' son, beheld; behind the car He stood, and thus Automedon address'd: "Automedon, what God has fill'd thy mind With counsels vain, and thee of sense bereft?
    2.17 — Volume 2 Book 17 (59% in)
  • Thus Hector spoke; the Trojans cheer'd aloud: Fools, and by Pallas of their sense bereft, Who all applauded Hector's ill advice, None the sage counsel of Polydamas!
    2.18 — Volume 2 Book 18 (47% in)
  • Him when Achilles, swift of foot, beheld, No spear in hand, of helm and shield bereft, All flung in haste away, as from the stream, Reeking with sweat, and faint with toil, he fled, He commun'd, wrathful, with his mighty heart: "Ye Gods, what marvel do mine eyes behold!
    2.21 — Volume 2 Book 21 (8% in)
  • As when the solid-footed horses fly Around the course, contending for the prize, Tripod, or woman of her lord bereft; So rac'd they thrice around the walls of Troy With active feet; and all the Gods beheld.
    2.22 — Volume 2 Book 22 (31% in)
  • For he too has a father, like to me; Peleus, by whom he was begot, and bred, The bane of Troy; and, most of all, to me The cause of endless grief, who by his hand Have been of many stalwart sons bereft.
    2.22 — Volume 2 Book 22 (79% in)
  • Weeping, he spoke; and with him wept the crowd: Then, 'mid the women, Hecuba pour'd forth Her vehement grief: "My child, oh whither now, Heart-stricken, shall I go, of thee bereft, Of thee, who wast to me by night and day A glory and a boast; the strength of all The men of Troy, and women? as a God They worshipp'd thee: for in thy life thou wast The glory of all; but fate hath found thee now."
    2.22 — Volume 2 Book 22 (80% in)

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