“Stop this fighting, now. Don’t lay hand to sword. One day glittering gifts will lie before you, three times over to pay for all this outrage. “ (I. 248-50)
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)
“—Stop hoping to fathom my thoughts. You will find them a trial…Whatever I choose to plan apart from all the gods—probe and pry no more.” (I.656-60)
“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)
Now they might have won their journey home, fighting the will of fate, yes, of Hera had not alerted Athena. (II.181-183)
“The god's enraged because Agamemnon spurned his priest, he refused to free his daughter, he refused the ransom.” (I.110-11)
“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)
Here was the ugliest man who ever came to Troy. Bandy-legged, with one foot clubbed. (II. 250-51)
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)
“Cut and run! Sail home to the fatherland we love! We’ll never tale the broad streets of Troy.” (II.164-65)
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)
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)
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)
“—now bring my prayer to pass. Pay the Danaans back—your arrows for my tears” (I.48-9)
A mastermind like Zeus, still standing fast, He had not laid a hand on his black-benched hull. (II. 197-98)
She had seen how Thetis, Thetis quick on her glistening feet was hatching plans with Zeus. (I.647-49)