All 50 Uses of
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The Iliad by Homer - (translated by: Edward)
- To Phthia now I go; so better far, To steer my homeward course, and leave thee here But little like, I deem, dishonouring me, To fill thy coffers with the spoils of war.†
Chpt 1.1
- To whom Achilles, interrupting, thus: "Coward and slave indeed I might be deem'd.†
Chpt 1.1
- To whom the Sire of Gods and men replied: "Expect not, Juno, all my mind to know; My wife thou art, yet would such knowledge be Too much for thee; whate'er I deem it fit That thou shouldst know, nor God nor man shall hear Before thee; but what I in secret plan, Seek not to know, nor curiously inquire."†
Chpt 1.1
- Who thus with prudent speech replied, and said: "O friends, the chiefs and councillors of Greece, If any other had this Vision seen, We should have deem'd it false, and laugh'd to scorn The idle tale; but now it hath appear'd, Of all our army, to the foremost man: Seek we then straight to arm the sons of Greece."†
Chpt 1.2
- Him when the warlike Menelaus saw With haughty strides advancing from the crowd; As when a lion, hunger-pinch'd, espies Some mighty beast of chase, or antler'd stag, Or mountain goat, and with exulting spring Strikes down his prey, and on the carcase feeds, Unscar'd by baying hounds and eager youths: So Menelaus saw with fierce delight The godlike Paris; for he deem'd that now His vengeance was at hand; and from his car, Arm'd as he was, he leap'd upon the plain.†
Chpt 1.3
- …tow'r: Her by her airy robe the Goddess held, And in the likeness of an aged dame Who oft for her, in Sparta when she dwelt, Many a fair fleece had wrought, and lov'd her well, Address'd her thus: "Come, Helen, to thy house; Come, Paris calls thee; in his chamber he Expects thee, resting on luxurious couch, In costly garb, with manly beauty grac'd: Not from the fight of warriors wouldst thou deem He late had come, but for the dance prepar'd, Or resting from the dance's pleasing toil."†
Chpt 1.3
- …whit'ning crests; anon with thund'ring roar It breaks upon the beach, and from the crags Recoiling flings in giant curves its head Aloft, and tosses high the wild sea-spray: Column on column, so the hosts of Greece Pour'd, ceaseless, to the war; to each the chiefs Their orders gave; the rest in silence mov'd: Nor would ye deem that mighty mass endued With power of speech, so silently they moved In awe of their great captains: far around Flashed the bright armour they were girt withal.†
Chpt 1.4
- Then shouted loud Lycaon's noble son: "Arouse ye, valiant Trojans, ye who goad Your flying steeds; the bravest of the Greeks Is wounded, nor, I deem, can long withstand My weapon, if indeed from Lycia's shore By Phoebus' counsel sent I join'd the war."†
Chpt 1.5
- Then thus the valiant son of Tydeus pray'd: "Hear me, thou child of aegis-bearing Jove, Unconquer'd! if amid the deadly fight Thy friendly aid my father e'er sustain'd, Let me in turn thy favour find; and grant Within my reach and compass of my spear That man may find himself, who unawares Hath wounded me, and vainly boasting deems I shall not long behold the light of day."†
Chpt 1.5
- …whether he himself be God, I cannot tell; but if he be indeed The man I think him, Tydeus' valiant son, He fights not thus without the aid of Heav'n; But by his side, his shoulders veiled in cloud, Some God attends his steps, and turns away The shaft that just hath reach'd him; for ev'n now A shaft I shot, which by the breastplate's joint Pierc'd his right shoulder through: full sure I deem'd That shaft had sent him to the shades, and yet It slew him not; 'tis sure some angry God.†
Chpt 1.5
- To whom, unmov'd, the valiant Diomed: "Thine aim hath failed, I am not touch'd; and now I deem we part not hence till one of ye Glut with his blood th' insatiate Lord of War."†
Chpt 1.5
- With but six ships, and with a scanty band, The horses by Laomedon withheld Avenging, he o'erthrew this city, Troy, And made her streets a desert; but thy soul Is poor, thy troops are wasting fast away; Nor deem I that the Trojans will in thee (Ev'n were thy valour more) and Lycia's aid Their safeguard find; but vanquish'd by my hand, This day the gates of Hades thou shalt pass."†
Chpt 1.5
- For thee, I deem thou now shalt meet thy doom Here, at my hand; on thee my spear shall win Renown for me, thy soul to Hades send.†
Chpt 1.5
- Rallying they turn'd, and fac'd again the Greeks: These ceas'd from slaughter, and in turn gave way, Deeming that from the starry Heav'n some God Had to the rescue come; so fierce they turn'd.†
Chpt 1.6
- For Hector, yet alive, his household mourn'd, Deeming he never would again return, Safe from the fight, by Grecian hands unharm'd.†
Chpt 1.6 *
- Wide as the light extends shall be the fame Of this great work, and men shall lightly deem Of that which I and Phoebus jointly rais'd, With toil and pain, for great Laomedon."†
Chpt 1.7
- Thence to the Greeks he shouted, loud and clear: "Shame on ye, Greeks, base cowards, brave alone In outward semblance! where are now the vaunts Which once (so highly of ourselves we deem'd) Ye made, vain-glorious braggarts as ye were, In Lemnos' isle, when, feasting on the flesh Of straight-horn'd oxen, and your flowing cups Crowning with ruddy wine, not one of you, But for a hundred Trojans in the field, Or for two hundred, deem'd himself a match: Now quail ye all before a single man,…†
Chpt 2.8
- …"Shame on ye, Greeks, base cowards, brave alone In outward semblance! where are now the vaunts Which once (so highly of ourselves we deem'd) Ye made, vain-glorious braggarts as ye were, In Lemnos' isle, when, feasting on the flesh Of straight-horn'd oxen, and your flowing cups Crowning with ruddy wine, not one of you, But for a hundred Trojans in the field, Or for two hundred, deem'd himself a match: Now quail ye all before a single man, Hector, who soon will wrap our ships in fire.†
Chpt 2.8
- Not empty-handed could that man be deem'd, Nor poor in gold, who but so much possess'd As by those horses has for me been won.†
Chpt 2.9
- Not empty-handed could that man be deem'd, Nor poor in gold, who but so much possess'd As by those horses has for him been won.†
Chpt 2.9
- But if thou hold Atrides in such hate, Him and his gifts, yet let thy pity rest On all the other Greeks, thus sore bested; By whom thou shalt be honour'd as a God: For great the triumph that thou now mayst gain; E'en Hector's self is now within thy reach; For he is near at hand; and in his pride And martial fury deems that none, of all Our ships contain, can rival him in arms."†
Chpt 2.9
- Rose Agamemnon, King of men, and said: "Tydides, comrade dearest to my soul, Choose thou thine own companion, whom thou wilt; Of all the many here that proffer aid Him whom thou deem'st the best; nor from respect To persons leave the better man behind, And take the worse; nor def'rence show to rank, Not though the purest royal blood were his."†
Chpt 2.10
- But when such space was interpos'd as leave Between the sluggish oxen and themselves [3] A team of mules (so much the faster they Through the stiff fallow drag the jointed plough), They rush'd upon him; at the sound he stopp'd, Deeming that from the Trojan camp they came, By Hector sent, to order his return.†
Chpt 2.10
- On no unwilling ears her message fell, But eager all for fight; but me, to arm Neleus forbade, and e'en my horses hid, Deeming me yet unripe for deeds of war.†
Chpt 2.11
- These, interlac'd their shields of tough bull's-hide, With eager step advanc'd, and deem'd the Greeks Would, unresisting, fall before their ships.†
Chpt 2.12
- Thither he bent his course; with clamours loud Follow'd his troops; nor deem'd they that the Greeks Would hold their ground, but fall amid their ships.†
Chpt 2.12
- Then deeply groaning, as he smote his thigh Thus spoke dismay'd the son of Hyrtacus: "O Father Jove, how hast thou lov'd our hopes To falsify, who deem'd not that the Greeks Would stand our onset, and resistless arms!†
Chpt 2.12
- On Troy he turn'd not once his piercing glance; Nor deem'd he any God would dare to give To Trojans or to Greeks his active aid.†
Chpt 2.13
- O Heav'n! a sad and wondrous sight is this, A sight I never deem'd my eyes should see, Our ships assail'd by Trojan troops; by those Who heretofore have been as tim'rous hinds Amid the forest depths, the helpless prey Of jackals, pards, and wolves; they here and there, Uncertain, heartless, unresisting, fly: Such were the Trojans once; nor dar'd abide, No, not an hour, the strength and arms of Greece; And these are they, who now beside our ships, Far from their city walls, maintain the…†
Chpt 2.13
- 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.†
Chpt 2.13
- …breezy heights of Troy been driv'n In flight disastrous; but Polydamas Drew near to Hector, and address'd him thus: "Hector, I know thee, how unapt thou art To hearken to advice; because the Gods Have giv'n thee to excel in warlike might, Thou deemest thyself, in counsel too, supreme; Yet every gift thou canst not so combine: To one the Gods have granted warlike might, To one the dance, to one the lyre and song; While in another's breast all-seeing Jove Hath plac'd the spirit of…†
Chpt 2.13
- Nor deem thou that to thee the blessed Gods Are wholly hostile; yet again the chiefs And councillors of Troy shall scour in flight The dusty plain; and from the ships and tents Thine eyes shall see them to the city fly.†
Chpt 2.14
- Then Ajax, in his turn, exulting, thus: "Say now, Polydamas, and tell me true, May this be deem'd for Prothoenor's death A full equivalent? no common man He seems, and born of no ignoble race; Valiant Antenor's brother, or perchance His son; the likeness speaks him near akin."†
Chpt 2.14
- I deem'd in sooth this day my soul, expir'd, Should see the dead, and Pluto's shadowy realm."†
Chpt 2.15
- AEneas Medon slew, and Iasus; Medon, the great Oileus' bastard son, Brother of Ajax; he in Phylace, Far from his native home, was driv'n to dwell; Since one to Eriopis near akin, His sire Oileus' wife, his hand had slain: And Iasus, th' Athenian chief, was deem'd The son of Sphelus, son of Bucolus.†
Chpt 2.15
- Fierce round the ships again the battle rag'd; Well might ye deem no previous toil had worn Their strength, who in that dread encounter met; With edge so keen, and stubborn will they fought.†
Chpt 2.15
- Thick on the Trojan host their masses fell; While loud the fleet re-echoed to the sound Of Grecian cheers; but when the Trojans saw, Blazing in arms, Menoetius' godlike son, Himself, and follower; quail'd the spirits of all; Their firm-set ranks were shaken; for they deem'd Achilles had beside the ships exchang'd His wrath for friendship; and each sev'ral man Look'd round, to find his own escape from death.†
Chpt 2.16
- Yet nought avail'd to Hyperenor's might His youthful vigour, when he held me cheap, And my encounter dar'd; of all the Greeks He deem'd my prowess least; yet he, I ween, On his own feet return'd not, to rejoice His tender wife's and honour'd parents' sight.†
Chpt 2.17
- Him when apart the Cloud-compeller saw Girt with the arms of Peleus' godlike son, He shook his head, and inly thus he mus'd: "Ah hapless! little deem'st thou of thy fate, Though now so nigh!†
Chpt 2.17
- Thus Ajax spoke: obedient to his word, On all the chiefs Atrides call'd aloud: "O friends, the chiefs and councillors of Greece, All ye that banquet at the gen'ral cost With Atreus' sons, and o'er your sev'ral states Dominion hold; whose honour is of Jove; 'Twere hard to call by name each single man, So fierce the combat rages; but let each And all their aid afford, and deem, it shame Patroclus' corpse should glut the dogs of Troy."†
Chpt 2.17
- Thus, furious as the rage of fire, they fought; Nor might ye deem the glorious sun himself Nor moon was safe; for darkest clouds of night O'erspread 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…†
Chpt 2.17
- As yet no tidings of Patroclus' fall Had reach'd two valiant chiefs, Antilochus And Thrasymedes; but they deem'd him still Alive, and fighting in the foremost ranks.†
Chpt 2.17
- But of Patroclus' fall no tidings yet Had reach'd Achilles; for the war was wag'd Far from the ships, beneath the walls of Troy; Nor look'd he of his death to hear, but deem'd That when the Trojans to their gates were driv'n, He would return in safety; for no hope Had he of taking by assault the town, With, or without, his aid; for oft apart His Goddess-mother had his doom, foretold, Revealing to her son the mind of Jove; Yet ne'er had warn'd him of such grief as this, Which now…†
Chpt 2.17
- …steeds their prize: Blind fools! nor destin'd scatheless to escape Automedon's encounter; he his pray'r To Jove address'd, and straight with added strength His soul was fill'd; and to Alcimedon, His trusty friend and comrade, thus he spoke: "Alcimedon, do thou the horses keep Not far away, but breathing on my neck; For Hector's might will not, I deem, be stay'd, Ere us he slay, and mount Achilles' car, And carry terror 'mid the Grecian host, Or in the foremost ranks himself be slain."†
Chpt 2.17
- Who shrink'st from Menelaus, heretofore A warrior deem'd of no repute; but now, Alone, he robs our Trojans of their dead; And in the foremost ranks e'en now hath slain Podes, thine own good friend, Eetion's son."†
Chpt 2.17
- But take we counsel now How from the fray to bear away our dead, And by our own return rejoice those friends Who look with sorrow on our plight, and deem That we, all pow'rless to resist the might Of Hector's arm, beside the ships must fall.†
Chpt 2.17
- Up then! delay no longer; deem it shame Patroclus' corpse should glut the dogs of Troy, Dishon'ring thee, if aught dishonour him."†
Chpt 2.18
- To Juno then, his sister and his wife, Thus Saturn's son: "At length thou hast thy will, Imperial Juno, who hast stirr'd to war Achilles swift of foot; well might one deem These long-hair'd Greeks from thee deriv'd their birth."†
Chpt 2.18
- Whom answer'd thus the skill'd artificer: "An honour'd and a venerated guest Our house contains; who sav'd me once from woe, When by my mother's act from Heav'n I fell, Who, for that I was crippled in my feet, Deem'd it not shame to hide me: hard had then My fortune been, had not Eurynome And Thetis in their bosoms shelter'd me; Eurynome, from old Oceanus Who drew her birth, the ever-circling flood.†
Chpt 2.18
- E'en Jove, the wisest deem'd of Gods and men, In error she involv'd, when Juno's art By female stratagem the God deceiv'd, When in well-girdled Thebes Alcmena lay In travail of the might of Hercules.†
Chpt 2.19
Definition:
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(deemed) believed or judged