STRIFE in THE ILIAD BY HOMER - (TRANSLATED BY: EDWARD)

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conflict or angry disagreement

Say then, what God the fatal strife provok'd?
1.1 — Volume 1 Book 1 (6% in)

Of all the Heav'n-born Kings, thou art the man I hate the most; for thou delight'st in nought But war and strife: thy prowess I allow; Yet this, remember, is the gift of Heav'n.
1.1 — Volume 1 Book 1 (31% in)
But now on me hath aegis-bearing Jove, The son of Saturn, fruitless toil impos'd, And hurtful quarrels; for in wordy war About a girl, Achilles and myself Engag'd; and I, alas! the strife began: Could we be friends again, delay were none, How short soe'er, of Ilium's final doom.
1.2 — Volume 1 Book 2 (43% in)
But from the battle-strife these all abstain'd, Since none there was to marshal their array.
1.2 — Volume 1 Book 2 (77% in)
At Priam's gate, in solemn conclave met, Were gather'd all the Trojans, young and old: Swift Iris stood amidst them, and, the voice Assuming of Polites, Priam's son, The Trojan scout, who, trusting to his speed, Was posted on the summit of the mound Of ancient AEsuetes, there to watch Till from their ships the Grecian troops should march; His voice assuming, thus the Goddess spoke: "Old man, as erst in peace, so still thou lov'st The strife of words; but fearful war is nigh.
1.2 — Volume 1 Book 2 (89% in)
Meantime to white-arm'd Helen Iris sped, The heav'nly messenger: in form she seem'd Her husband's sister, whom Antenor's son, The valiant Helicaon had to wife, Laodice, of Priam's daughters all Loveliest of face: she in her chamber found Her whom she sought: a mighty web she wove, Of double woof and brilliant hues; whereon Was interwoven many a toilsome strife Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks, For her encounter'd at the hand of Mars.
1.3 — Volume 1 Book 3 (28% in)
But have thy will, lest this in future times 'Twixt me and thee be cause of strife renew'd.
1.4 — Volume 1 Book 4 (7% in)
Her tassell'd aegis round her shoulders next She threw, with Terror circled all around; And on its face were figur'd deeds of arms, And Strife, and Courage high, and panic Rout; There too a Gorgon's head, of monstrous size, Frown'd terrible, portent of angry Jove: And on her head a golden helm she plac'd, Four-crested, double-peak'd, whose ample verge A hundred cities' champions might suffice: Her fiery car she mounted: in her hand A spear she bore, long, weighty, tough; wherewith The...
1.5 — Volume 1 Book 5 (80% in)
Whom answer'd thus the Cloud-compeller, Jove, With look indignant: "Come no more to me, Thou wav'ring turncoat, with thy whining pray'rs: Of all the Gods who on Olympus dwell I hate thee most; for thou delight'st in nought But strife and war; thou hast inherited Thy mother, Juno's, proud, unbending mood, Whom I can scarce control; and thou, methinks, To her suggestions ow'st thy present plight.
1.5 — Volume 1 Book 5 (96% in)
From his encounter in the glorious fight, Superior far to thee, Achilles shrinks; But thou amid thy comrades' ranks retire; Some other champion will the Greeks provide; And, fearless as he is, and of the fight Insatiate, yet will Hector, should he 'scape Unwounded from the deadly battle-strife, Be fain, methinks, to rest his weary limbs."
1.7 — Volume 1 Book 7 (23% in)
Then thus again Gerenian Nestor spoke: "Shake then the lots; on whomsoe'er it fall, Great profit shall he bring to Grecian arms, Great glory to himself, if he escape Unwounded from the deadly battle strife."
1.7 — Volume 1 Book 7 (34% in)
...said: "Hear now, ye Trojans, Dardans, and Allies, The words I speak, the promptings of my soul: Now through the city take your wonted meal; Look to your watch, let each man keep his guard: To-morrow shall Idaeus to the ships Of Greece, to both the sons of Atreus, bear The words of Paris, cause of all this war; And ask besides, if from the deadly strife Such truce they will accord us as may serve To burn the dead; hereafter we may fight Till Heav'n decide, and one with vict'ry crown."
1.7 — Volume 1 Book 7 (73% in)
Paris brought, He will restore, and others add beside; But further says, the virgin-wedded wife Of Menelaus, though the gen'ral voice Of Troy should bid him. he will not restore: Then bids me ask, if from the deadly strife Such truce ye will accord us as may serve To burn the dead: hereafter we may fight Till Heav'n decide, and one with vict'ry crown."
1.7 — Volume 1 Book 7 (77% in)
Outcast from kindred, law, and hearth is he Whose soul delights in fierce internal strife.
2.9 — Volume 2 Book 9 (9% in)
For better far is gentle courtesy: And cease from angry strife, that so the Greeks The more may honour thee, both young and old.'
2.9 — Volume 2 Book 9 (36% in)
He said, and with the pliant lash he touch'd The sleek-skinn'd horses; springing at the sound, Between the Greeks and Trojans, light they bore The flying car, o'er bodies of the slain And broken bucklers trampling; all beneath Was plash'd with blood the axle, and the rails Around the car, as from the horses' feet, And from the felloes of the wheels, were thrown The bloody gouts; yet on he sped, to join The strife of men, and break th' opposing ranks.
2.11 — Volume 2 Book 11 (63% in)
Why shouldst thou tremble at the battle strife?
2.12 — Volume 2 Book 12 (51% in)
When Jove had Hector and the Trojans brought Close to the ships, he left them there to toil And strife continuous; turning his keen glance To view far off th' equestrian tribes of Thrace, The warlike Mysians, and the men who feed On milk of mares, thence Hippemolgi term'd; A peaceful race, the justest of mankind.
2.13 — Volume 2 Book 13 (3% in)
He said, and to the strife of men return'd.
2.13 — Volume 2 Book 13 (31% in)
Whom answer'd thus the sage Meriones: "Nor are my tent and dark-ribb'd ship devoid Of Trojan spoils; but they are far to seek; Nor deem I that my hand is slack in fight; For 'mid the foremost in the glorious strife I stand, whene'er is heard the battle cry.
2.13 — Volume 2 Book 13 (34% in)
Bristled the deadly strife with pond'rous spears, Wielded with dire intent; the brazen gleam Dazzled the sight, by flashing helmets cast, And breastplates polish'd bright, and glitt'ring shields Commingling; stern of heart indeed were he, Who on that sight with joy, not pain, could gaze.
2.13 — Volume 2 Book 13 (41% in)
This way and that they tugg'd of furious war And balanc'd strife, where many a warrior fell, The straining rope, which none might break or loose.
2.13 — Volume 2 Book 13 (43% in)
To noble Menelaus stood oppos'd Peisander, to the confines dark of death Led by his evil fate, by thee to fall, Great son of Atreus, in the deadly strife.
2.13 — Volume 2 Book 13 (70% in)
Standing on high Olympus' topmost peak, The golden-throned Juno downward look'd, And, busied in the glory-giving strife, Her husband's brother and her own she saw, Saw, and rejoic'd; next, seated on the crest Of spring-abounding Ida, Jove she saw, Sight hateful in her eyes! then ponder'd deep The stag-ey'd Queen, how best she might beguile The wakeful mind of aegis-bearing Jove; And, musing, this appear'd the readiest mode: Herself with art adorning, to repair To Ida; there, with...
2.14 — Volume 2 Book 14 (28% in)
When with their dazzling armour all were girt, Forward they mov'd; th' Earth-shaker led them on: In his broad hand an awful sword he bore, Long-bladed, vivid as the lightning's flash: Yet in the deadly strife he might not join, But kindled terror in the minds of men.
2.14 — Volume 2 Book 14 (71% in)
Th' Earth-shaker said, and from the field withdrew Beneath the ocean wave, the warrior Greeks His loss deploring; to Apollo then The Cloud-compeller thus his speech address'd: "Go straight to Hector of the brazen helm, Good Phoebus; for beneath the ocean wave Th' Earth-shaker hath withdrawn, escaping thus My high displeasure; had he dar'd resist, The tumult of our strife had reach'd the Gods Who in the nether realms with Saturn dwell.
2.15 — Volume 2 Book 15 (29% in)
His pray'rs and off'rings ended, to the tent Achilles turn'd again, and in the chest Replac'd the cup; then issuing forth, he stood Before the tent; for much he long'd to see The Greeks and Trojans join in battle strife.
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (29% in)
As when around a lofty mountain's top The lightning's Lord dispels a mass of cloud, And ev'ry crag, and ev'ry jutting peak Is plainly seen, and ev'ry forest glade; And the deep vault of Heav'n is open'd wide; So when the Greeks had clear'd the ships of fire, They breath'd awhile; yet ceas'd not so the strife; For not in headlong panic from the ships The Trojans by the valiant Greeks were driv'n, But, though perforce retiring, still made head.
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (34% in)
The son of Saturn pitying saw, and thus To Juno spoke, his sister and his wife: "Woe, woe! that fate decrees my best-belov'd, Sarpedon, by Patroclus' hand to fall; E'en now conflicting thoughts my soul divide, To bear him from the fatal strife unhurt, And set him down on Lycia's fertile plains, Or leave him by Patroclus' hand to fall."
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (49% in)
Again in mortal strife the warriors clos'd: Once more Sarpedon hurl'd his glitt'ring spear In vain; above Patroclus' shoulder flew The point, innocuous; from his hand in turn The spear not vainly thrown, Sarpedon struck Where lies the diaphragm, below the heart.
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (54% in)
Then, to enhance the horror of the strife Around his son, with darkness Jove o'erspread The stubborn fight: the Trojans first drove back The keen-ey'd Greeks; for first a warrior fell, Not of the meanest 'mid the Myrmidons, Epegeus, son of valiant Agacles; Who in Budaeum's thriving state bore rule Erewhile; but flying for a kinsman slain, To Peleus and the silver-footed Queen He came a suppliant; with Achilles thence To Ilium sent, to join the war of Troy.
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (64% in)
Back drew great Hector and the chiefs of Troy; Far as a jav'lin's flight, in sportive strife, Or in the deadly battle, hurl'd by one His utmost strength exerting; back so far The Trojans drew, so far the Greeks pursued.
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (67% in)
This said, the God rejoin'd the strife of men; And noble Hector bade Cebriones Drive 'mid the fight his car; before him mov'd Apollo, scatt'ring terror 'mid the Greeks, And lustre adding to the arms of Troy.
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (82% in)
...beneath him; all aghast he stood: Him, from behind, a Dardan, Panthous' son, Euphorbus, peerless 'mid the Trojan youth, To hurl the spear, to run, to drive the car, Approaching close, between the shoulders stabb'd; He, train'd to warfare, from his car, ere this A score of Greeks had from their chariots hurl'd: Such was the man who thee, Patroclus, first Wounded, but not subdued; the ashen spear He, in all haste, withdrew; nor dar'd confront Patroclus, though disarm'd, in deadly strife.
2.16 — Volume 2 Book 16 (92% in)
He said, and join'd again the strife of men: Hector's dark soul with bitter grief was fill'd; He look'd amid the ranks, and saw the two, One slain, the other stripping off his arms, The blood outpouring from the gaping wound.
2.17 — Volume 2 Book 17 (10% in)
...the warriors, who the battle wag'd Around the body of Menoetius' son: Elsewhere the Trojans and the well-greav'd Greeks Fought, undisturb'd, in the clear light of day; The sun's bright beams were shed abroad; no cloud Lay on the face of earth or mountain tops; They but by fits, at distant intervals, And far apart, each seeking to avoid The hostile missiles, fought; but in the midst The bravest all, in darkness and in strife Sore press'd, toil'd on beneath their armour's weight.
2.17 — Volume 2 Book 17 (47% in)
Again around Patroclus' body rag'd The stubborn conflict, direful, sorrow-fraught: From Heav'n descending, Pallas stirr'd the strife, Sent by all-seeing Jove to stimulate The warlike Greeks; so changed was now his will.
2.17 — Volume 2 Book 17 (69% in)
Accurs'd of Gods and men be hateful strife And anger, which to violence provokes E'en temp'rate souls: though sweeter be its taste Than dropping honey, in the heart of man Swelling, like smoke; such anger in my soul Hath Agamemnon kindled, King of men.
2.18 — Volume 2 Book 18 (16% in)
His proud, impetuous spirit will spurn the plain, Where Greeks and Trojans oft in warlike strife Their balanc'd strength exert; if he come forth, Our fight will be to guard our homes and wives.
2.18 — Volume 2 Book 18 (40% in)
But if indeed Achilles by the ships Hath reappear'd, himself, if so he choose, Shall be the suff'rer; from the perilous strife I will not shrink, but his encounter meet: So he, or I, shall gain immortal fame; Impartial Mars hath oft the slayer slain."
2.18 — Volume 2 Book 18 (46% in)
And there were figur'd Strife, and Tumult wild, And deadly Fate, who in her iron grasp One newly-wounded, one unwounded bore, While by the feet from out the press she dragg'd Another slain: about her shoulders hung A garment crimson'd with the blood of men.
2.18 — Volume 2 Book 18 (83% in)
When all the Greeks were closely throng'd around, Up rose Achilles swift of foot, and said: "Great son of Atreus, what hath been the gain To thee or me, since heart-consuming strife Hath fiercely rag'd between us, for a girl, Who would to Heav'n had died by Dian's shafts That day when from Lyrnessus' captur'd town I bore her off? so had not many a Greek Bitten the bloody dust, by hostile hands Subdued, while I in anger stood aloof.
2.19 — Volume 2 Book 19 (12% in)
But when th' Immortals mingled in the throng, Then furious wax'd the spirit-stirring strife; Then Pallas rais'd her war-cry, standing now Beside the deep-dug trench, without the wall, Now shouting loud along the sounding beach.
2.20 — Volume 2 Book 20 (9% in)
Whom answer'd thus the far-destroying King: "Earth-shaking God, I should not gain with thee The esteem of wise, if I with thee should fight For mortal men; poor wretches, who like leaves Flourish awhile, and eat the fruits of earth, But, sapless, soon decay: from combat then Refrain we, and to others leave the strife."
2.21 — Volume 2 Book 21 (73% in)
To whom the bright-crown'd Goddess of the chase: "Thy wife, my father, white-arm'd Juno; she Hath dealt thus rudely with me; she, from whom All jars and strife among the Gods proceed."
2.21 — Volume 2 Book 21 (81% in)
But from the present strife we stand aloof, My horses and myself; they now have lost The daring courage and the gentle hand Of him who drove them, and with water pure Wash'd oft their manes, and bath'd with fragrant oil.
2.23 — Volume 2 Book 23 (31% in)
Freely I give it thee; for thou no more Canst box, or wrestle, or in sportive strife The jav'lin throw, or race with flying feet; For age with heavy hand hath bow'd thee down."
2.23 — Volume 2 Book 23 (67% in)
Nor could Ulysses Ajax overthrow, Nor Ajax bring Ulysses to the ground, So stubbornly he stood; but when the Greeks Were weary of the long-protracted strife, Thus to Ulysses mighty Ajax spoke: "Ulysses sage, Laertes' godlike son, Or lift thou me, or I will thee uplift: The issue of our struggle rests with Jove."
2.23 — Volume 2 Book 23 (78% in)
And now a third encounter had they tried But rose Achilles, and the combat stay'd: "Forbear, nor waste your strength, in farther strife; Ye both are victors; both then bear away An equal meed of honour; and withdraw, That other Greeks may other contests wage."
2.23 — Volume 2 Book 23 (80% in)
The games were ended, and the multitude Amid the ships their sev'ral ways dispers'd: Some to their supper, some to gentle sleep Yielding, delighted; but Achilles still Mourn'd o'er his lov'd companion; not on him Lighted all-conqu'ring sleep, but to and fro Restless he toss'd, and on Patroclus thought, His vigour and his courage; all the deeds They two together had achiev'd; the toils, The perils they had undergone, amid The strife of warriors, and the angry waves.
2.24 — Volume 2 Book 24 (1% in)

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