The Iliad of Homer Rendered Into English Blank Verse, Zväzok 1J. Murray, 1864 |
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Acamas Achilles address'd ægis-bearing Jove Æneas Agamemnon Ajax amid answer'd Antilochus armour arms Asius Atreus Atrides battle beneath beside blue-ey'd bold bore brass-clad brave breast call'd camp Capaneus chariot chief comrades counsel dark-ribb'd ships death dwelt Epeians Eurypylus ev'n ev'ry fair fair-hair'd fell fierce fight gates Gerenian Nestor giv'n glancing helm glitt'ring Goddess godlike Gods Grecian Greece Greeks hand haste hath Heav'n heav'nly Hector honour horses host hurl'd Idomeneus Ilium's immortal Jove Juno King lofty long-hair'd Greeks loud Lycians Mars Meneläus mighty monarch Agamemnon mov'd Neleus noble o'er Olympus Pallas Paris pass'd Patroclus Peleus plac'd plain pond'rous pour'd pow'r pray'r Priam's Pylos ranks reach'd rush'd sage Sarpedon Saturn's shield sire slain slew sons of Greece soul spear spoke steeds Sthenelus stood struck Telamon tent Teucer thee thine thou Thracian Tlepolemus tow'rs Trojans Troy turn'd Tydeus Tydides Ulysses valiant Diomed wall warriors words wound wrath
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Strana 1 - Olympus' heights he passed, his heart Burning with wrath ; behind his shoulders hung His bow, and ample quiver ; at his back Rattled the fateful arrows as he moved; Like the night-cloud he passed ; and from afar He bent against the ships, and sped the bolt ; And fierce and deadly twanged the silver bow. First on the mules and dogs, on man the last, Was poured the arrowy storm ; and through the camp, Constant and numerous, blazed the funeral fires.
Strana 281 - Him as the gates of hell my soul abhors, Whose outward words his inmost thoughts conceal. Hear then what seems to me the wisest course. On me nor Agamemnon, Atreus' son, Nor others shall prevail, since nought is gain'd By toil unceasing in the battle field.
Strana 111 - The iron head ; then, when the mighty bow Was to a circle strained, sharp rang the horn, And loud the sinew twanged, as toward the crowd With deadly speed the eager arrow sprang — it struck Just where the golden clasps the belt restrained. And where the breastplate, doubled, checked its force On the close-fitting belt the arrow struck ; Right through the belt of curious workmanship It drove, and through the breastplate richly wrought, And through the coat of mail he wore beneath, His inmost guard,...
Strana 7 - twas no feud of mine With Troy's brave sons that brought me here in arms; They never did me wrong; they never drove My cattle or my horses; never sought In Phthia's fertile, life-sustaining fields To waste the crops; for wide between us lay The shadowy mountains and the roaring sea. With thee, O void of shame! with thee we sailed, For Menelaus and for thee, ingrate, Glory and fame on Trojan crests to win.
Strana 206 - Dearest, wring not thus my heart ! For till my day of destiny is come, No man may take my life ; and when it comes, Nor brave nor coward can escape that day.
Strana 8 - I heed thee not ! 215 I care not for thy fury ! Hear my threat : %,'«, Since Phoebus wrests Chryseis from my arms, In mine own ship, and with mine, own good crew, Her I send forth ; and, in her stead, I mean, Ev'n from thy tent, myself, to bear thy prize...
Strana 204 - To whom great Hector of the glancing helm : " Think not, dear wife, that by such thoughts as these My heart has ne'er been wrung ; but I should blush To face the men and long-rob'd dames of Troy, If, like a coward, I could shun the fight.
Strana 127 - As when, descending from the mountain's brow, Two wintry torrents, from their copious source Pour downward to the narrow pass, where meet Their mingled waters in some deep ravine, Their weight of flood; on the far mountain's side 520 The shepherd hears the roar; so loud arose The shouts and yells of those commingling hosts.
Strana 110 - At once the sinew and the notch he drew ; The sinew to his breast, and to the bow The iron head ; then, when the mighty bow Was to a circle strained, sharp rang the horn, And loud the sinew twanged, as toward the crowd With deadly speed the eager arrow sprang— it struck Just where the golden clasps the belt restrained.
Strana 206 - Immortals all address'd his pray'r : " Grant, Jove, and all ye Gods, that this my son May be, as I, the foremost man of Troy, For valour fam'd, his country's guardian King ; That men may say, ' This youth surpasses far His father...