Created by Sreeja Jijith at 22 Sep 2011 13:41 and updated at 22 Sep 2011 13:41
ILIAD NOUN
ild.01 | Father" Jove, if I ever did you service in word or deed among the immortals, hear my prayer, and do honour to my son, whose life is to be cut short so early. |
ild.02 | Would, by Father Jove, Minerva, and Apollo, that I had among them Ten more such councillors, for the city of King Priam would then soon fall beneath our hands, and we should sack it. |
ild.03 | Father" Jove," he cried, "that rulest in Ida, most glorious in power, and thou oh Sun, that seest and givest ear to all things, Earth and Rivers, and ye who in the realms below chastise the soul of him that has broken his oath, witness these rites and guard them, that they be not vain. |
ild.03 | Meanwhile the two hosts lifted up their hands and prayed saying, Father" Jove, that rulest from Ida, most glorious in power, grant that he who first brought about this war between us may die, and enter the house of Hades, while we others remain at peace and abide by our oaths. |
ild.03 | Menelaus next took aim, praying to Father Jove as he did so. |
ild.03 | Then the son of Atreus drew his sword, and drove at the projecting part of his helmet, but the sword fell shivered in three or four pieces from his hand, and he cried, looking towards Heaven, Father" Jove, of all Gods thou art the most despiteful; I made sure of my revenge, but the sword has broken in my hand, my spear has been hurled in vain, and I have not killed him. |
ild.05 | Father" Jove," said she, "do not be angry with me, but I think the Cyprian must have been persuading some one of the Achaean Women to go with the Trojans of whom she is so very fond, and while caressing one or other of them she must have torn her delicate hand with the Gold pin of the Woman s brooch. |
ild.05 | Father" Jove," said she, "are you not angry with Mars for these high doings? how great and goodly a host of the Achaeans he has destroyed to my great grief, and without either right or reason, while the Cyprian and Apollo are enjoying it all at their ease and setting this unrighteous madman on to do further mischief. |
ild.05 | I hope, Father Jove, that you will not be angry if I hit Mars hard, and chase him out of the battle. |
ild.05 | He showed Jove the immortal blood that was flowing from his wound, and spoke piteously, saying, Father" Jove, are you not angered by such doings? We Gods are continually suffering in the most cruel manner at one another s hands while helping mortals; and we all owe you a grudge for having begotten that mad termagant of a daughter, who is always committing outrage of some kind. |
ild.07 | Thus he spoke, and when each of them had marked his lot, and had thrown it into the helmet of Agamemnon son of Atreus, the people lifted their hands in prayer, and thus would one of them say as he looked into the vault of heaven, Father" Jove, grant that the lot fall on Ajax, or on the son of Tydeus, or upon the king of rich Mycene himself. |
ild.07 | With this they fell praying to King Jove the son of Saturn, and thus would one of them say as he looked into the vault of heaven, Father" Jove that rulest from Ida, most glorious in power, vouchsafe victory to Ajax, and let him win great glory: but if you wish well to Hector also and would protect him, grant to each of them equal fame and prowess. |
ild.07 | Thus did the Achaeans toil, and the Gods, seated by the side of Jove the lord of lightning, marvelled at their great work; but Neptune, lord of the earthquake, spoke, saying, Father" Jove, what mortal in the whole world will again take the Gods into his counsel? See you not how the Achaeans have built a wall about their ships and driven a trench all round it, without offering Hecatombs to the Gods? The The fame of this wall will reach as far as dawn itself, and men will no longer think anything of the one which Phoebus Apollo and myself built with so much labour for Laomedon. |
ild.08 | They were frightened and all of them of held their peace, for he had spoken masterfully; but at last Minerva answered, Father", son of Saturn, king of kings, we all know that your might is not to be gainsaid, but we are also sorry for the Danaan warriors, who are perishing and coming to a bad end. |
ild.08 | Father Jove, did you ever so ruin a great king and rob him so utterly of his greatness? yet, when to my sorrow I was coming hither, I never let my ship pass your altars without offering the fat and thigh bones of heifers upon every one of them, so eager was I to sack the city of Troy. |
ild.12 | Father" Jove," he cried, "of a truth you too are altogether given to lying. |
ild.15 | Father" Jove," said he, "if ever any one in wheat growing Argos burned you fat thigh bones of Sheep or heifer and prayed that he might return safely home, whereon you bowed your head to him in assent, bear it in mind now, and suffer not the Trojans to triumph thus over the Achaeans. |
ild.17 | Father Jove heard him and had compassion upon his tears. |
ild.19 | Then she went to tell Jove the son of Saturn, and said, Father Jove, lord of the lightning I have a word for your ear. |
ild.19 | Then Achilles also rose and said to the Argives, Father" Jove, of a truth you blind men s eyes and bane them. |
ild.21 | Then the son of Peleus lifted up his voice to heaven saying, Father" Jove, is there none of the Gods who will take pity upon me, and save me from the river? I do not care what may happen to me afterwards. |
ild.22 | Then Minerva said, Father", wielder of the lightning, lord of cloud and storm, what mean you? Would you pluck this mortal whose doom has long been decreed out of the jaws of death? Do as you will, but we others shall not be of a mind with you. |
ild.24 | Father" Jove," he said, "that rulest from Ida, most glorious and most great, grant that I may be received kindly and compassionately in the tents of Achilles; and send your swift messenger upon my right hand, the bird of omen which is strongest and most dear to you of all birds, that I may see it with my own eyes and trust it as I go forth to the ships of the Danaans. |
Arise Greece! from thy silent sleep, 2000 years long it is! Forget not, thy ancient culture, beautiful and marvelous it is!
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