<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Iliad: Book 14</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nestor was sitting over his wine, but the cry of battle did not<br>escape him, and he said to the son of Aesculapius, "What, noble<br>Machaon, is the meaning of all this? The shouts of men fighting by our<br>ships grow stronger and stronger; stay here, therefore, and sit over<br>your wine, while fair Hecamede heats you a bath and washes the clotted<br>blood from off you. I will go at once to the look-out station and<br>see what it is all about."<br>As he spoke he took up the shield of his son Thrasymedes that was<br>lying in his tent, all gleaming with bronze, for Thrasymedes had taken<br>his father's shield; he grasped his redoubtable bronze-shod spear, and<br>as soon as he was outside saw the disastrous rout of the Achaeans who,<br>now that their wall was overthrown, were flying pell-mell before the<br>Trojans. As when there is a heavy swell upon the sea, but the waves<br>are dumb- they keep their eyes on the watch for the quarter whence the<br>fierce winds may spring upon them, but they stay where they are and<br>set neither this way nor that, till some particular wind sweeps down<br>from heaven to determine them- even so did the old man ponder<br>whether to make for the crowd of Danaans, or go in search of<br>Agamemnon. In the end he deemed it best to go to the son of Atreus;<br>but meanwhile the hosts were fighting and killing one another, and the<br>hard bronze rattled on their bodies, as they thrust at one another<br>with their swords and spears.<br>The wounded kings, the son of Tydeus, Ulysses, and Agamemnon son<br>of Atreus, fell in Nestor as they were coming up from their ships- for<br>theirs were drawn up some way from where the fighting was going on,<br>being on the shore itself inasmuch as they had been beached first,<br>while the wall had been built behind the hindermost. The stretch of<br>the shore, wide though it was, did not afford room for all the<br>ships, and the host was cramped for space, therefore they had placed<br>the ships in rows one behind the other, and had filled the whole<br>opening of the bay between the two points that formed it. The kings,<br>leaning on their spears, were coming out to survey the fight, being in<br>great anxiety, and when old Nestor met them they were filled with<br>dismay. Then King Agamemnon said to him, "Nestor son of Neleus, honour<br>to the Achaean name, why have you left the battle to come hither? I<br>fear that what dread Hector said will come true, when he vaunted among<br>the Trojans saying that he would not return to Ilius till he had fired<br>our ships and killed us; this is what he said, and now it is all<br>coming true. Alas! others of the Achaeans, like Achilles, are in anger<br>with me that they refuse to fight by the sterns of our ships."<br>Then Nestor knight of Gerene answered, "It is indeed as you say;<br>it is all coming true at this moment, and even Jove who thunders<br>from on high cannot prevent it. Fallen is the wall on which we<br>relied as an impregnable bulwark both for us and our fleet. The<br>Trojans are fighting stubbornly and without ceasing at the ships; look<br>where you may you cannot see from what quarter the rout of the<br>Achaeans is coming; they are being killed in a confused mass and the<br>battle-cry ascends to heaven; let us think, if counsel can be of any<br>use, what we had better do; but I do not advise our going into<br>battle ourselves, for a man cannot fight when he is wounded."<br>And King Agamemnon answered, "Nestor, if the Trojans are indeed<br>fighting at the rear of our ships, and neither the wall nor the trench<br>has served us- over which the Danaans toiled so hard, and which they<br>deemed would be an impregnable bulwark both for us and our fleet- I<br>see it must be the will of Jove that the Achaeans should perish<br>ingloriously here, far from Argos. I knew when Jove was willing to<br>defend us, and I know now that he is raising the Trojans to like<br>honour with the gods, while us, on the other hand, he bas bound hand<br>and foot. Now, therefore, let us all do as I say; let us bring down<br>the ships that are on the beach and draw them into the water; let us<br>make them fast to their mooring-stones a little way out, against the<br>fall of night- if even by night the Trojans will desist from fighting;<br>we may then draw down the rest of the fleet. There is nothing wrong in<br>flying ruin even by night. It is better for a man that he should fly<br>and be saved than be caught and killed."<br>Ulysses looked fiercely at him and said, "Son of Atreus, what are<br>you talking about? Wretch, you should have commanded some other and<br>baser army, and not been ruler over us to whom Jove has allotted a<br>life of hard fighting from youth to old age, till we every one of us<br>perish. Is it thus that you would quit the city of Troy, to win<br>which we have suffered so much hardship? Hold your peace, lest some<br>other of the Achaeans hear you say what no man who knows how to give<br>good counsel, no king over so great a host as that of the Argives<br>should ever have let fall from his lips. I despise your judgement<br>utterly for what you have been saying. Would you, then, have us draw<br>down our ships into the water while the battle is raging, and thus<br>play further into the hands of the conquering Trojans? It would be<br>ruin; the Achaeans will not go on fighting when they see the ships<br>being drawn into the water, but will cease attacking and keep<br>turning their eyes towards them; your counsel, therefore, Sir captain,<br>would be our destruction."<br>Agamemnon answered, "Ulysses, your rebuke has stung me to the heart.<br>I am not, however, ordering the Achaeans to draw their ships into<br>the sea whether they will or no. Some one, it may be, old or young,<br>can offer us better counsel which I shall rejoice to hear."<br>Then said Diomed, "Such an one is at hand; he is not far to seek, if<br>you will listen to me and not resent my speaking though I am younger<br>than any of you. I am by lineage son to a noble sire, Tydeus, who lies<br>buried at Thebes. For Portheus had three noble sons, two of whom,<br>Agrius and Melas, abode in Pleuron and rocky Calydon. The third was<br>the knight Oeneus, my father's father, and he was the most valiant<br>of them all. Oeeneus remained in his own country, but my father (as<br>Jove and the other gods ordained it) migrated to Argos. He married<br>into the family of Adrastus, and his house was one of great abundance,<br>for he had large estates of rich corn-growing land, with much<br>orchard ground as well, and he had many sheep; moreover he excelled<br>all the Argives in the use of the spear. You must yourselves have<br>heard whether these things are true or no; therefore when I say well<br>despise not my words as though I were a coward or of ignoble birth.<br>I say, then, let us go to the fight as we needs must, wounded though<br>we be. When there, we may keep out of the battle and beyond the<br>range of the spears lest we get fresh wounds in addition to what we<br>have already, but we can spur on others, who have been indulging their<br>spleen and holding aloof from battle hitherto."<br>Thus did he speak; whereon they did even as he had said and set out,<br>King Agamemnon leading the way.<br>Meanwhile Neptune had kept no blind look-out, and came up to them in<br>the semblance of an old man. He took Agamemnon's right hand in his own<br>and said, "Son of Atreus, I take it Achilles is glad now that he<br>sees the Achaeans routed and slain, for he is utterly without remorse-<br>may he come to a bad end and heaven confound him. As for yourself, the<br>blessed gods are not yet so bitterly angry with you but that the<br>princes and counsellors of the Trojans shall again raise the dust upon<br>the plain, and you shall see them flying from the ships and tents<br>towards their city."<br>With this he raised a mighty cry of battle, and sped forward to<br>the plain. The voice that came from his deep chest was as that of nine<br>or ten thousand men when they are shouting in the thick of a fight,<br>and it put fresh courage into the hearts of the Achaeans to wage war<br>and do battle without ceasing.<br>Juno of the golden throne looked down as she stood upon a peak of<br>Olympus and her heart was gladdened at the sight of him who was at<br>once her brother and her brother-in-law, hurrying hither and thither<br>amid the fighting. Then she turned her eyes to Jove as he sat on the<br>topmost crests of many-fountained Ida, and loathed him. She set<br>herself to think how she might hoodwink him, and in the end she deemed<br>that it would be best for her to go to Ida and array herself in rich<br>attire, in the hope that Jove might become enamoured of her, and<br>wish to embrace her. While he was thus engaged a sweet and careless<br>sleep might be made to steal over his eyes and senses.<br>She went, therefore, to the room which her son Vulcan had made<br>her, and the doors of which he had cunningly fastened by means of a<br>secret key so that no other god could open them. Here she entered<br>and closed the doors behind her. She cleansed all the dirt from her<br>fair body with ambrosia, then she anointed herself with olive oil,<br>ambrosial, very soft, and scented specially for herself- if it were so<br>much as shaken in the bronze-floored house of Jove, the scent pervaded<br>the universe of heaven and earth. With this she anointed her<br>delicate skin, and then she plaited the fair ambrosial locks that<br>flowed in a stream of golden tresses from her immortal head. She put<br>on the wondrous robe which Minerva had worked for her with<br>consummate art, and had embroidered with manifold devices; she<br>fastened it about her bosom with golden clasps, and she girded herself<br>with a girdle that had a hundred tassels: then she fastened her<br>earrings, three brilliant pendants that glistened most beautifully,<br>through the pierced lobes of her ears, and threw a lovely new veil<br>over her head. She bound her sandals on to her feet, and when she<br>had arrayed herself perfectly to her satisfaction, she left her room<br>and called Venus to come aside and speak to her. "My dear child," said<br>she, "will you do what I am going to ask of you, or will refuse me<br>because you are angry at my being on the Danaan side, while you are on<br>the Trojan?"<br>Jove's daughter Venus answered, "Juno, august queen of goddesses,<br>daughter of mighty Saturn, say what you want, and I will do it for<br>at once, if I can, and if it can be done at all."<br>Then Juno told her a lying tale and said, "I want you to endow me<br>with some of those fascinating charms, the spells of which bring all<br>things mortal and immortal to your feet. I am going to the world's end<br>to visit Oceanus (from whom all we gods proceed) and mother Tethys:<br>they received me in their house, took care of me, and brought me up,<br>having taken me over from Rhaea when Jove imprisoned great Saturn in<br>the depths that are under earth and sea. I must go and see them that I<br>may make peace between them; they have been quarrelling, and are so<br>angry that they have not slept with one another this long while; if<br>I can bring them round and restore them to one another's embraces,<br>they will be grateful to me and love me for ever afterwards."<br>Thereon laughter-loving Venus said, "I cannot and must not refuse<br>you, for you sleep in the arms of Jove who is our king."<br>As she spoke she loosed from her bosom the curiously embroidered<br>girdle into which all her charms had been wrought- love, desire, and<br>that sweet flattery which steals the judgement even of the most<br>prudent. She gave the girdle to Juno and said, "Take this girdle<br>wherein all my charms reside and lay it in your bosom. If you will<br>wear it I promise you that your errand, be it what it may, will not be<br>bootless."<br>When she heard this Juno smiled, and still smiling she laid the<br>girdle in her bosom.<br>Venus now went back into the house of Jove, while Juno darted down<br>from the summits of Olympus. She passed over Pieria and fair<br>Emathia, and went on and on till she came to the snowy ranges of the<br>Thracian horsemen, over whose topmost crests she sped without ever<br>setting foot to ground. When she came to Athos she went on over the,<br>waves of the sea till she reached Lemnos, the city of noble Thoas.<br>There she met Sleep, own brother to Death, and caught him by the hand,<br>saying, "Sleep, you who lord it alike over mortals and immortals, if<br>you ever did me a service in times past, do one for me now, and I<br>shall be grateful to you ever after. Close Jove's keen eyes for me<br>in slumber while I hold him clasped in my embrace, and I will give you<br>a beautiful golden seat, that can never fall to pieces; my<br>clubfooted son Vulcan shall make it for you, and he shall give it a<br>footstool for you to rest your fair feet upon when you are at table."<br>Then Sleep answered, "Juno, great queen of goddesses, daughter of<br>mighty Saturn, I would lull any other of the gods to sleep without<br>compunction, not even excepting the waters of Oceanus from whom all of<br>them proceed, but I dare not go near Jove, nor send him to sleep<br>unless he bids me. I have had one lesson already through doing what<br>you asked me, on the day when Jove's mighty son Hercules set sail from<br>Ilius after having sacked the city of the Trojans. At your bidding I<br>suffused my sweet self over the mind of aegis-bearing Jove, and laid<br>him to rest; meanwhile you hatched a plot against Hercules, and set<br>the blasts of the angry winds beating upon the sea, till you took<br>him to the goodly city of Cos away from all his friends. Jove was<br>furious when he awoke, and began hurling the gods about all over the<br>house; he was looking more particularly for myself, and would have<br>flung me down through space into the sea where I should never have<br>been heard of any more, had not Night who cows both men and gods<br>protected me. I fled to her and Jove left off looking for me in<br>spite of his being so angry, for he did not dare do anything to<br>displease Night. And now you are again asking me to do something on<br>which I cannot venture."<br>And Juno said, "Sleep, why do you take such notions as those into<br>your head? Do you think Jove will be as anxious to help the Trojans,<br>as he was about his own son? Come, I will marry you to one of the<br>youngest of the Graces, and she shall be your own- Pasithea, whom<br>you have always wanted to marry."<br>Sleep was pleased when he heard this, and answered, "Then swear it<br>to me by the dread waters of the river Styx; lay one hand on the<br>bounteous earth, and the other on the sheen of the sea, so that all<br>the gods who dwell down below with Saturn may be our witnesses, and<br>see that you really do give me one of the youngest of the Graces-<br>Pasithea, whom I have always wanted to marry."<br>Juno did as he had said. She swore, and invoked all the gods of<br>the nether world, who are called Titans, to witness. When she had<br>completed her oath, the two enshrouded themselves in a thick mist<br>and sped lightly forward, leaving Lemnos and Imbrus behind them.<br>Presently they reached many-fountained Ida, mother of wild beasts, and<br>Lectum where they left the sea to go on by land, and the tops of the<br>trees of the forest soughed under the going of their feet. Here<br>Sleep halted, and ere Jove caught sight of him he climbed a lofty<br>pine-tree- the tallest that reared its head towards heaven on all Ida.<br>He hid himself behind the branches and sat there in the semblance of<br>the sweet-singing bird that haunts the mountains and is called Chalcis<br>by the gods, but men call it Cymindis. Juno then went to Gargarus, the<br>topmost peak of Ida, and Jove, driver of the clouds, set eyes upon<br>her. As soon as he did so he became inflamed with the same<br>passionate desire for her that he had felt when they had first enjoyed<br>each other's embraces, and slept with one another without their dear<br>parents knowing anything about it. He went up to her and said, "What<br>do you want that you have come hither from Olympus- and that too<br>with neither chariot nor horses to convey you?"<br>Then Juno told him a lying tale and said, "I am going to the world's<br>end, to visit Oceanus, from whom all we gods proceed, and mother<br>Tethys; they received me into their house, took care of me, and<br>brought me up. I must go and see them that I may make peace between<br>them: they have been quarrelling, and are so angry that they have<br>not slept with one another this long time. The horses that will take<br>me over land and sea are stationed on the lowermost spurs of<br>many-fountained Ida, and I have come here from Olympus on purpose to<br>consult you. I was afraid you might be angry with me later on, if I<br>went to the house of Oceanus without letting you know."<br>And Jove said, "Juno, you can choose some other time for paying your<br>visit to Oceanus- for the present let us devote ourselves to love<br>and to the enjoyment of one another. Never yet have I been so<br>overpowered by passion neither for goddess nor mortal woman as I am at<br>this moment for yourself- not even when I was in love with the wife of<br>Ixion who bore me Pirithous, peer of gods in counsel, nor yet with<br>Danae the daintily-ancled daughter of Acrisius, who bore me the<br>famed hero Perseus. Then there was the daughter of Phoenix, who bore<br>me Minos and Rhadamanthus: there was Semele, and Alcmena in Thebes<br>by whom I begot my lion-hearted son Hercules, while Semele became<br>mother to Bacchus the comforter of mankind. There was queen Ceres<br>again, and lovely Leto, and yourself- but with none of these was I<br>ever so much enamoured as I now am with you."<br>Juno again answered him with a lying tale. "Most dread son of<br>Saturn," she exclaimed, "what are you talking about? Would you have us<br>enjoy one another here on the top of Mount Ida, where everything can<br>be seen? What if one of the ever-living gods should see us sleeping<br>together, and tell the others? It would be such a scandal that when<br>I had risen from your embraces I could never show myself inside your<br>house again; but if you are so minded, there is a room which your<br>son Vulcan has made me, and he has given it good strong doors; if<br>you would so have it, let us go thither and lie down."<br>And Jove answered, "Juno, you need not be afraid that either god<br>or man will see you, for I will enshroud both of us in such a dense<br>golden cloud, that the very sun for all his bright piercing beams<br>shall not see through it."<br>With this the son of Saturn caught his wife in his embrace;<br>whereon the earth sprouted them a cushion of young grass, with<br>dew-bespangled lotus, crocus, and hyacinth, so soft and thick that<br>it raised them well above the ground. Here they laid themselves down<br>and overhead they were covered by a fair cloud of gold, from which<br>there fell glittering dew-drops.<br>Thus, then, did the sire of all things repose peacefully on the<br>crest of Ida, overcome at once by sleep and love, and he held his<br>spouse in his arms. Meanwhile Sleep made off to the ships of the<br>Achaeans, to tell earth-encircling Neptune, lord of the earthquake.<br>When he had found him he said, "Now, Neptune, you can help the Danaans<br>with a will, and give them victory though it be only for a short<br>time while Jove is still sleeping. I have sent him into a sweet<br>slumber, and Juno has beguiled him into going to bed with her."<br>Sleep now departed and went his ways to and fro among mankind,<br>leaving Neptune more eager than ever to help the Danaans. He darted<br>forward among the first ranks and shouted saying, "Argives, shall we<br>let Hector son of Priam have the triumph of taking our ships and<br>covering himself with glory? This is what he says that he shall now<br>do, seeing that Achilles is still in dudgeon at his ship; We shall get<br>on very well without him if we keep each other in heart and stand by<br>one another. Now, therefore, let us all do as I say. Let us each<br>take the best and largest shield we can lay hold of, put on our<br>helmets, and sally forth with our longest spears in our hands; will<br>lead you on, and Hector son of Priam, rage as he may, will not dare to<br>hold out against us. If any good staunch soldier has only a small<br>shield, let him hand it over to a worse man, and take a larger one for<br>himself."<br>Thus did he speak, and they did even as he had said. The son of<br>Tydeus, Ulysses, and Agamemnon, wounded though they were, set the<br>others in array, and went about everywhere effecting the exchanges<br>of armour; the most valiant took the best armour, and gave the worse<br>to the worse man. When they had donned their bronze armour they<br>marched on with Neptune at their head. In his strong hand he grasped<br>his terrible sword, keen of edge and flashing like lightning; woe to<br>him who comes across it in the day of battle; all men quake for fear<br>and keep away from it.<br>Hector on the other side set the Trojans in array. Thereon Neptune<br>and Hector waged fierce war on one another- Hector on the Trojan and<br>Neptune on the Argive side. Mighty was the uproar as the two forces<br>met; the sea came rolling in towards the ships and tents of the<br>Achaeans, but waves do not thunder on the shore more loudly when<br>driven before the blast of Boreas, nor do the flames of a forest<br>fire roar more fiercely when it is well alight upon the mountains, nor<br>does the wind bellow with ruder music as it tears on through the<br>tops of when it is blowing its hardest, than the terrible shout<br>which the Trojans and Achaeans raised as they sprang upon one another.<br>Hector first aimed his spear at Ajax, who was turned full towards<br>him, nor did he miss his aim. The spear struck him where two bands<br>passed over his chest- the band of his shield and that of his<br>silver-studded sword- and these protected his body. Hector was angry<br>that his spear should have been hurled in vain, and withdrew under<br>cover of his men. As he was thus retreating, Ajax son of Telamon<br>struck him with a stone, of which there were many lying about under<br>the men's feet as they fought- brought there to give support to the<br>ships' sides as they lay on the shore. Ajax caught up one of them<br>and struck Hector above the rim of his shield close to his neck; the<br>blow made him spin round like a top and reel in all directions. As<br>an oak falls headlong when uprooted by the lightning flash of father<br>Jove, and there is a terrible smell of brimstone- no man can help<br>being dismayed if he is standing near it, for a thunderbolt is a<br>very awful thing- even so did Hector fall to earth and bite the<br>dust. His spear fell from his hand, but his shield and helmet were<br>made fast about his body, and his bronze armour rang about him.<br>The sons of the Achaeans came running with a loud cry towards him,<br>hoping to drag him away, and they showered their darts on the Trojans,<br>but none of them could wound him before he was surrounded and<br>covered by the princes Polydamas, Aeneas, Agenor, Sarpedon captain<br>of the Lycians, and noble Glaucus: of the others, too, there was not<br>one who was unmindful of him, and they held their round shields over<br>him to cover him. His comrades then lifted him off the ground and bore<br>him away from the battle to the place where his horses stood waiting<br>for him at the rear of the fight with their driver and the chariot;<br>these then took him towards the city groaning and in great pain.<br>When they reached the ford of the air stream of Xanthus, begotten of<br>Immortal Jove, they took him from off his chariot and laid him down on<br>the ground; they poured water over him, and as they did so he breathed<br>again and opened his eyes. Then kneeling on his knees he vomited<br>blood, but soon fell back on to the ground, and his eyes were again<br>closed in darkness for he was still sturined by the blow.<br>When the Argives saw Hector leaving the field, they took heart and<br>set upon the Trojans yet more furiously. Ajax fleet son of Oileus<br>began by springing on Satnius son of Enops and wounding him with his<br>spear: a fair naiad nymph had borne him to Enops as he was herding<br>cattle by the banks of the river Satnioeis. The son of Oileus came<br>up to him and struck him in the flank so that he fell, and a fierce<br>fight between Trojans and Danaans raged round his body. Polydamas<br>son of Panthous drew near to avenge him, and wounded Prothoenor son of<br>Areilycus on the right shoulder; the terrible spear went right through<br>his shoulder, and he clutched the earth as he fell in the dust.<br>Polydamas vaunted loudly over him saying, "Again I take it that the<br>spear has not sped in vain from the strong hand of the son of<br>Panthous; an Argive has caught it in his body, and it will serve him<br>for a staff as he goes down into the house of Hades."<br>The Argives were maddened by this boasting. Ajax son of Telamon<br>was more angry than any, for the man had fallen close be, him; so he<br>aimed at Polydamas as he was retreating, but Polydamas saved himself<br>by swerving aside and the spear struck Archelochus son of Antenor, for<br>heaven counselled his destruction; it struck him where the head<br>springs from the neck at the top joint of the spine, and severed<br>both the tendons at the back of the head. His head, mouth, and<br>nostrils reached the ground long before his legs and knees could do<br>so, and Ajax shouted to Polydamas saying, "Think, Polydamas, and<br>tell me truly whether this man is not as well worth killing as<br>Prothoenor was: he seems rich, and of rich family, a brother, it may<br>be, or son of the knight Antenor, for he is very like him."<br>But he knew well who it was, and the Trojans were greatly angered.<br>Acamas then bestrode his brother's body and wounded Promachus the<br>Boeotian with his spear, for he was trying to drag his brother's<br>body away. Acamas vaunted loudly over him saying, "Argive archers,<br>braggarts that you are, toil and suffering shall not be for us only,<br>but some of you too shall fall here as well as ourselves. See how<br>Promachus now sleeps, vanquished by my spear; payment for my brother's<br>blood has not long delayed; a man, therefore, may well be thankful<br>if he leaves a kinsman in his house behind him to avenge his fall."<br>His taunts infuriated the Argives, and Peneleos was more enraged<br>than any of them. He sprang towards Acamas, but Acamas did not stand<br>his ground, and he killed Ilioneus son of the rich flock-master<br>Phorbas, whom Mercury had favoured and endowed with greater wealth<br>than any other of the Trojans. Ilioneus was his only son, and Peneleos<br>now wounded him in the eye under his eyebrows, tearing the eye-ball<br>from its socket: the spear went right through the eye into the nape of<br>the neck, and he fell, stretching out both hands before him.<br>Peneleos then drew his sword and smote him on the neck, so that both<br>head and helmet came tumbling down to the ground with the spear<br>still sticking in the eye; he then held up the head, as though it<br>had been a poppy-head, and showed it to the Trojans, vaunting over<br>them as he did so. "Trojans," he cried, "bid the father and mother<br>of noble Ilioneus make moan for him in their house, for the wife<br>also of Promachus son of Alegenor will never be gladdened by the<br>coming of her dear husband- when we Argives return with our ships from<br>Troy."<br>As he spoke fear fell upon them, and every man looked round about to<br>see whither he might fly for safety.<br>Tell me now, O Muses that dwell on Olympus, who was the first of the<br>Argives to bear away blood-stained spoils after Neptune lord of the<br>earthquake had turned the fortune of war. Ajax son of Telamon was<br>first to wound Hyrtius son of Gyrtius, captain of the staunch Mysians.<br>Antilochus killed Phalces and Mermerus, while Meriones slew Morys<br>and Hippotion, Teucer also killed Prothoon and Periphetes. The son<br>of Atreus then wounded Hyperenor shepherd of his people, in the flank,<br>and the bronze point made his entrails gush out as it tore in among<br>them; on this his life came hurrying out of him at the place where<br>he had been wounded, and his eyes were closed in darkness. Ajax son of<br>Oileus killed more than any other, for there was no man so fleet as he<br>to pursue flying foes when Jove had spread panic among them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Homer">Homer</a>, translated by Samuel Butler<div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410295" data-title="The Iliad: Book 14 de Homer" data-description="Nestor was sitting over his wine, but the cry of battle did not/escape him, and he said to the son of Aesculapius, "What, noble/Machaon, is the meaning of all this? The shouts of men fighting by our/ships grow stronger and stronger; stay here, the..."></div> </div> </div>

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