“No, don’t give up now. Range the Achaean ranks, with your winning words hold back each man you find—don’t let them haul their rolling ships to the sea!” (II.208-210)
“Still asleep, Agamemnon? …
Listen to me, quickly! Zeus commands you to arm your long-haired Achaeans, to attack at once, full force—now you can take the broad streets of Troy!” (II. 21-34)
“Old Priam, words endless words—that is your passion, always, as once in days of peace. But ceaseless war’s upon us! … I’ve never seen an army such as this.”(II. 905-910)
A mastermind like Zeus, still standing fast, He had not laid a hand on his black-benched hull. (II. 197-98)
Suddenly she rose from the churning surf like mist and settling down beside him she wept, stroked [him] gently, whispering his name, (I.424-426)
[One of] Nomion’s flamboyant sons, [he] strode into battle decked in gold like a girl, the fool! None of his trappings kept off grisly death. (II. 983-84)
[The] Lord of the war cry led sixty ships. Amidst the [Lacedaemonian] ranks he marched, his own heart blazed the most to avenge the groans and shocks of war they’d borne for Helen. (II. 678-82)
Here was the ugliest man who ever came to Troy. Bandy-legged, with one foot clubbed. (II. 250-51)
Now they might have won their journey home, fighting the will of fate, yes, of Hera had not alerted Athena. (II.181-183)
“Cut and run! Sail home to the fatherland we love! We’ll never tale the broad streets of Troy.” (II.164-65)
Nine days the arrows of god swept the army. On the tenth, ______________ called all the ranks to muster—the impulse seized him, sent by white-armed Hera grieving to see Achaean fighters drop and die. (I. 61-64)
He dropped to a knee, let fly a shaft and a terrifying clash rang out from the great silver bow. First he went for the mules and circling dogs but then, launching a piercing shaft at the men themselves, he cut them down in droves--and the corpse-fires burned on, night and day, no end in sight (I. 55-60)
A far cry from the size of Telamonian Ajax—a smaller man but trim in his skintight corslet, he outthrew all the Achaeans with his spear. (II. 620-21)
The noble son of Anchises led the Dardanians, he whom Aphrodite bore with Anchises down in the folds of Ida, a goddess bedded with a man. (II.930-33)
He pulled on a soft tunic, linen, never worn, and over it threw his flaring battle cape, under his smooth feet he fastened supple sandals, across his shoulder slung his silver studded sword. Then he seized the royal scepter…its power can never die. (II. 52-4)
She had seen how Thetis, Thetis quick on her glistening feet was hatching plans with Zeus. (I.647-49)
Incensed at the king he swept a fatal plague through the army—men were dying … their bodies carrion, feasts for dogs and birds. (I.4-11)