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Homer, Iliad | 10 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Homer, The Iliad (ed. Samuel Butler) | 10 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Pausanias, Description of Greece | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Sophocles, Philoctetes (ed. Sir Richard Jebb) | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Sophocles, Philoctetes (ed. Robert Torrance) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Aeschylus, Persians (ed. Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D.) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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So he spoke, and the old man was seized with fear and obeyed his word. He went forth in silence along the shore of the loud-resounding sea, and earnestly then, when he had gone apart, the old man prayedto the lord Apollo, whom fair-haired Leto bore: Hear me, god of the silver bow, who stand over Chryse and holy Cilla, and rule mightily over Tenedos, Sminthian god,1 if ever I roofed over a temple to your pleasing, or if ever I burned to you fat thigh-pieces of bulls and goats,fulfill this prayer for me: let the Danaans pay for my tears by your arrows
So he spoke in prayer, and Phoebus Apollo heard him. Down from the peaks of Olympus he strode, angered at heart, bearing on his shoulders his bow and covered quiver.The arrows rattled on the shoulders of the angry god as he moved, and his coming was like the night. Then he sat down apart from the ships and let fly an arrow: terrible was the twang of the silver bow. The mules he assailed first and the swift dogs,but then on the men them
Forthwith, then, I first bade propitiate the god, but thereafter anger seized the son of Atreus, and straightway he arose and spoke a threatening word, which now has come to pass. For the quick-glancing Achaeans are taking the maiden in a swift ship to Chryse, and are bearing gifts to the god;while the other woman the heralds have just now taken from my tent and led away, the daughter of Briseus, whom the sons of the Achaeans gave me. But, you, if you are able, guard your own son; go to Olympus and make prayer to Zeus, if ever you have gladdened his heart by word or deed.For often I have heard you glorying in the halls of my father, and declaring that you alone among the immortals warded off shameful ruin from the son of Cronos, lord of the dark clouds, on the day when the other Olympians wished to put him in bonds, even Hera and Poseidon and Pallas Athene.But you came, goddess, and freed him from his bonds, when you had quickly called to high Olympus him of the hundred hands, whom t
So saying, she went her way and left him where he was, angry at heart for the fair-girdled woman's sake, whom they had taken from him by force though he was unwilling; and meanwhile Odysseuscame to Chryse bringing the holy hecatomb. When they had arrived within the deep harbour, they furled the sail, and stowed it in the black ship, and the mast they lowered by the forestays and brought it to the crutch with speed, and rowed her with oars to the place of anchorage.Then they cast out the moorin to set in array for the god the holy hecatomb around the well-built altar, and then they washed their hands and took up the barley grains. Then Chryses lifted up his hands, and prayed aloud for them:Hear me, god of the silver bow, who stands over Chryse and holy Cilla, and rules mightily over Tenedos. As before you heard me when I prayed—to me you did honour, and mightily smote the host of the Achaeans—even so now fulfill me this my desire:ward off now from the Danaans the loathly pestile