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Jove the lord of lightning,
a mighty uproar rose on high into the dawning.
the coward will change colour at every touch and turn; he is full of fears, and keeps shifting his weight first on one knee and then on the other; his heart beats fast as he thinks of death, and one can hear the chattering of his teeth; whereas the brave man will not change colour nor be on finding himself in ambush, but is all the time longing to go into action
Dazzling
The word in which I transcended good and evil.
grinding his teeth and clutching at the bloodstained just.
and the battle-cry rose to heaven without ceasing.
Jove, avenger of violated hospitality,
O father Jove, you, who they say art above all both gods and men in wisdom,
stalwart Bias:
reap fruit
Deep dirt, seep shirt, he hurt, leak wart, sleep forth
it shall rend your fair body and bid you glut our hounds and birds of prey with your fat and your flesh,
ambrosial locks
ruder music
Swift as the thought of one whose fancy carries him over vast continents,
allotment unplundered
If, however, you are fond of him and pity him, let him indeed fall by the hand of Patroclus,
This, of many evils would be the least.”
and an iron clank rose through the void air to the brazen vault of heaven.
spread panic
He made helmet, close fitting to the brow, and richly worked, with a golden plume overhanging it; and he made greaves also of beaten tin.
Who can either hear or speak in an uproar? Even the finest orator will be disconcerted by it.
and heaven has filled both sides with fury;
to glut the stubborn lord of battle.
The tongue can run all whithers and talk all wise; it can go here and there, and as a man says, so shall he be gainsaid.
as he lay dying.
stern fate
Forthwith the hero left his spear upon the bank, leaning it against a tamarisk bush, and plunged into the river like a god, armed with his sword only.
And King Apollo answered, “Lord of the earthquake, you would have no respect for me if I were to fight you about a pack of miserable mortals, who come out like leaves in summer and eat the fruit of the field, and presently fall lifeless to the ground. Let us stay this fighting at once and let them settle it among themselves.”
if you were once dead the Trojans would find the war an easier matter, for it is you who have harmed them most.”
He poised his spear as he spoke and hurled it. His aim was true for he hit the middle of Achilles’ shield, but the spear rebounded from it, and did not pierce it. Hector was angry when he saw that the weapon had sped from his hand in vain, and stood there in dismay for he had no second spear. With a loud cry he called Diphobus and asked him for one, but there was no man; then he saw the truth and said to himself, “Alas! the gods have lured me on to my destruction. I deemed that the hero Deiphobus was by my side, but he is within the wall, and Minerva has inveigled me; death is now indeed
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Bravery in the face of death
“Die; for my part I will accept my fate whensoever Jove and the other gods see fit to send it.”
he pierced the sinews at the back of both his feet from heel to ancle
The woodman does more by skill than by brute force;
vile temper.
They set him down in a swoon and then went to fetch the double cup.
Thus shamefully did Achilles in his fury dishonour Hector;
Then he chased all the Trojans from the court and rebuked them with words of anger. “Out,” he cried, “shame and disgrace to me that you are. Have you no grief in your own homes that you are come to plague me here?
comrade,
begotten of immortal Jove,
Belief is mortal.
