Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth,… — Homer Copy Share Image
…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad. — Homer Copy Share Image
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives. — Homer Copy Share Image
“But they could neither of them persuade me, for there is nothing dearer to a man than his own country and his… — Homer Copy Share Image
Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together… — Homer Copy Share Image
“You, you insolent brazen bitch—you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father’s face?” — Homer Copy Share Image
“But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s death. Never again will… — Homer Copy Share Image
Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most… — Homer Copy Share Image
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive… — Homer Copy Share Image
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you,… — Homer Copy Share Image
“…and they limp and halt, they’re all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can’t look you in the eyes, and always… — Homer Copy Share Image
Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her… — Homer Copy Share Image
He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before. — Homer Copy Share Image
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things. — Homer Copy Share Image
“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years… — Homer Copy Share Image
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. — Homer Copy Share Image
“And Zeus said: “Hera, you can choose some other time for paying your visit to Oceanus — for the present let us devote ourselves… — Homer Copy Share Image
Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over… — Homer Copy Share Image
“Scepticism is as much the result of knowledge, as knowledge is of scepticism. To be content with what we at present know, is, for… — Homer Copy Share Image
“With that the dream departed, leaving him there, his heart racing with hopes that would not come to pass. He thought he would take… — Homer Copy Share Image
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. — Homer Copy Share Image
