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== Book IX == | == Book IX == | ||
opening lines; nature infiltrating the body | |||
:"the aged man began to '''weave''' his counsel" (IX.93) | |||
Agamemnon admits he was wrong, offers treasure to Achilles; echoes Paris offering his goods but not Helen several books back | |||
when the dispatched group comes upon Achilles, he's playing the lute | |||
Phoinix recites the "old days" (IX.525ff) | |||
== Book X == | == Book X == |
Revision as of 19:38, 13 December 2010
Book II
multitudes:
- "Like the swarms of clustering bees that issue forever / in fresh bursts from the hollow in the stone, and hang like / bunched grapes as they hover beneat the flowers in spring time / fluttering in swarms together this way and that way, / so the many nations of men from the ships and the shelters / along the front of the deep sea beach marched in order / by companies to the assembly, and Rumour walked blazing among them, / Zeus' messenger, to hasten them along." (II.87-94) c.f. FQ
- "As obliterating fire lights up a vast forest/ along the flares of a mountain, and the flare shows far off,/ So as they marched, from the magnificent bronze gleam went/ dazzling all about through the upper air to the heaven./ These, as the multitudinous nations of birds winged,/ of geese, and of cranes, and of swans long throated/ in the Asian meadow beside the Kaystrian waters/ this way and that way make their flights in the pride of their wings, then/ settle in clashing swarms and the whole meadow echoes with them,/ so of these multitudinous tribes from the ships and/ shelters poured to the plain of Skamandros, and the earth beneath their/ feet and under the feet of their horses thundered horribly." (II.455-466)
Therisites, good with words, excellent orator, but says wrong/foolish words (II.~230)
- "So he spoke, and the Argives shouted aloud, as surf crashing / against a sheer ness, driven by the south wind descending, / some cliff out-jutting, left never alone by the waves from /mall the winds that blow, as they rise one place and another." (II.394-7)
Book III
weaving -- first appearance of Helen, she's "weaving a great web, / a red folding robe, and working into it the numerous struggles / of Trojans" (III.125-7)
perspective of the Achaians through Helen's eyes, as asked for by a Trojan (III.180ff)
Aphrodite tries to fool Helen (III.385ff); lays her hand on her robes; Helen goes to Paris, "shrouding herself about in the luminous spun robe" (III.419)
Book IV
women weaving -- Menelaus' wound is compared to cloth woven by women (IV. 141ff)
warriors fall like a tree (IV.482)
Book V
Aeneas injured (V.302)
Aphrodite injured; "the spear tore the skin driven clean on through the immortal / robe that the very Graces had woven for her carefully" (V.337-8)
Athena puts on her war tunic (V.735)
Book VI
ladies of Troy offer Athene a robe (VI.85ff, VI.270ff)
story of Bellerophontes
weaving, Helen directing it (VI.324)
Hektor foresees the fall of Troy, says goodbye to Andromache and his son
Book VII
Hektor and Ajax fight
"Night darkens now. It is a good thing to give way to the night-time." (VII.293)
"Green fear took hold of them." (VII.479)
Book VIII
new day; begins with Zeus describing his strength
- "He came to Ida with all her springs, the mother of wild beasts, / to Gargaron, where was his holy ground and his smoking altar. / There the father of gods and of mortals halted his horses, / and slipped them from their harness, and drifted close mist about them, / and himself rejoicing in the pride of his strength sat down on the mountain / looking out over the city of Troy and the ships of the Achaians." (VIII.47-52)
Hera and Zeus bickering over who's side should win
Athena puts on the tunic of war (VIII.385ff), as in Book V
Book IX
opening lines; nature infiltrating the body
- "the aged man began to weave his counsel" (IX.93)
Agamemnon admits he was wrong, offers treasure to Achilles; echoes Paris offering his goods but not Helen several books back
when the dispatched group comes upon Achilles, he's playing the lute
Phoinix recites the "old days" (IX.525ff)