All 36 Uses of "bard" in "The Odyssey" - Auto-generated

A herald placed an ornate lyre in Phemius' hands,
the bard who always performed among them there;
they forced the man to sing.†

p. 82.6

Amidst them still
the famous bard sang on, and they sat in silence, listening
as he performed The Achaeans' Journey Home from Troy:
all the blows Athena doomed them to endure.†

p. 88.2

Suddenly, dissolving in tears and bursting through
the bard's inspired voice, she cried out, "Phemius!†

p. 88.6

"Why, mother,"
poised Telemachus put in sharply, "why deny
our devoted bard the chance to entertain us
any way the spirit stirs him on?†

p. 88.9

Bards are not to blame
Zeus is to blame.†

p. 88.9

Why fault the bard if he sings the Argives' harsh fate?†

p. 89.1

What a fine thing it is
to listen to such a bard as we have here—
the man sings like a god.†

p. 89.8

And there was a man, what's more, a bard close by,
to whom Agamemnon, setting sail for Troy,
gave strict commands to guard his wife.†

p. 116.2

But then,
that day the doom of the gods had bound her to surrender,
Aegisthus shipped the bard away to a desert island,
marooned him there, sweet prize for the birds of prey,
and swept her off to his own house, lover lusting for lover.†

p. 116.3

So now
they feasted within the grand, high-roofed palace,
all the kin and clansmen of Menelaus in his glory,
reveling warmly here as in their midst
an inspired bard sang out and struck his lyre—
and through them a pair of tumblers dashed and sprang,
whirling in leaping handsprings, leading on the dance.†

p. 125.1

Call in the inspired bard
Demodocus.†

p. 192.9

With those commands Alcinous led the way
and a file of sceptered princes took his lead
while the herald went to find the gifted bard.†

p. 193.1

In came the herald now,
leading along the faithful bard the Muse adored
above all others, true, but her gifts were mixed
with good and evil both: she stripped him of sight
but gave the man the power of stirring, rapturous song.†

p. 193.6

Pontonous brought the bard a silver-studded chair,
right amid the feasters, leaning it up against
a central column—hung his high clear lyre
on a peg above his head and showed him how
to reach up with his hands and lift it down.†

p. 193.7

All reached out for the good things that lay at hand
and when they'd put aside desire for food and drink,
the Muse inspired the bard
to sing the famous deeds of fighting heroes
the song whose fame had reached the skies those days:
The Strife Between Odysseus and Achilles, Peleus' Son ...
how once at the gods' lavish feast the captains clashed
in a savage war of words, while Agamemnon, lord of armies,
rejoiced at heart that Achaea's bravest men were battling so.†

p. 193.9

Whenever the rapt bard would pause in the song,
he'd lift the cape from his head, wipe off his tears
and hoisting his double-handled cup, pour it out to the gods.†

p. 194.5

But soon as the bard would start again, impelled to sing
by Phaeacia's lords, who reveled in his tale,
again Odysseus hid his face and wept.†

p. 194.6

The herald returned and placed the ringing lyre now
in Demodocus' hands, and the bard moved toward the center,
flanked by boys in the flush of youth, skilled dancers
who stamped the ground with marvelous pulsing steps
as Odysseus gazed at their flying, flashing feet,
his heart aglow with wonder.†

p. 199.9

A rippling prelude—
now the bard struck up an irresistible song:
The Love of Ares and Aphrodite Crowned with Flowers ...
how the two had first made love in Hephaestus' mansion,
all in secret.†

p. 200.1

By now they were serving out the portions, mixing wine,
and the herald soon approached, leading the faithful bard
Demodocus, prized by all the people—seated him in a chair
amid the feasters, leaning it against a central column.†

p. 206.7

At once alert Odysseus carved a strip of loin,
rich and crisp with fat, from the white-tusked boar
that still had much meat left, and called the herald over:
"Here, herald, take this choice cut to Demodocus
so he can eat his fill—with warm regards
from a man who knows what suffering is ...
From all who walk the earth our bards deserve
esteem and awe, for the Muse herself has taught them
paths of song.†

p. 206.9

The herald placed the gift in Demodocus' hands
and the famous blind bard received it, overjoyed.†

p. 207.1

Stirred now by the Muse, the bard launched out
in a fine blaze of song, starting at just the point
where the main Achaean force, setting their camps afire,
had boarded the oarswept ships and sailed for home
but famed Odysseus' men already crouched in hiding—
in the heart of Troy's assembly—dark in that horse
the Trojans dragged themselves to the city heights.†

p. 207.6

Ever since our meal began and the stirring bard
launched his song, our guest has never paused
in his tears and throbbing sorrow.†

p. 208.9

0dysseus, the great teller of tales, launched out on his story:
"Alcinous, majesty, shining among your island people,
what a fine thing it is to listen to such a bard
as we have here—the man sings like a god.†

p. 211.3

There's nothing better
than when deep joy holds sway throughout the realm
and banqueters up and down the palace sit in ranks,
enthralled to hear the bard, and before them all, the tables
heaped with bread and meats, and drawing wine from a mixing-bowl
the steward makes his rounds and keeps the winecups flowing.†

p. 211.5

They burned the thighs and fell to the lordly banquet,
reveling there, while in their midst the inspired bard
struck up a song, Demodocus, prized by all the people.†

p. 287.4

Medon the herald's with them, a gifted bard,
and two henchmen, skilled to carve their meat.†

p. 346.7

Once he'd supped and the stirring bard had closed,
the suitors broke into uproar down along the hall.†

p. 365.9 *

A prophet, a healer who cures disease, a worker in wood
or even a god-inspired bard whose singing warms the heart—
they're the ones asked in around the world.†

p. 366.8

You know how you can stare at a bard in wonder—
trained by the gods to sing and hold men spellbound—
how you can long to sit there, listening, all your life
when the man begins to sing.†

p. 371.4

Phemius, Terpis' son,
the bard who always performed among the suitors—
they forced the man to sing ...
There he stood, backing into the side-door,
still clutching his ringing lyre in his hands,
his mind in turmoil, torn—what should he do?†

p. 449.6

Now leave the palace, go and sit outside—
out in the courtyard, clear of the slaughter—
you and the bard with all his many songs.†

p. 451.1

And let the inspired bard take up his ringing lyre
and lead off for us all a dance so full of heart
that whoever hears the strains outside the gates—
a passerby on the road, a neighbor round about
will think it's a wedding-feast that's under way.†

p. 459.9

First they washed and pulled fresh tunics on,
the women arrayed themselves—the inspired bard
struck up his resounding lyre and stirred in all
a desire for dance and song, the lovely lilting beat,
till the great house echoed round to the measured tread
of dancing men in motion, women sashed and lithe.†

p. 460.2

Suddenly Medon and the inspired bard approached them,
fresh from Odysseus' house, where they had just awakened.†

p. 482.2

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