<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410310" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Iliad: Book 6</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fight between Trojans and Achaeans was now left to rage as it<br>would, and the tide of war surged hither and thither over the plain as<br>they aimed their bronze-shod spears at one another between the streams<br>of Simois and Xanthus.<br>First, Ajax son of Telamon, tower of strength to the Achaeans, broke<br>a phalanx of the Trojans, and came to the assistance of his comrades<br>by killing Acamas son of Eussorus, the best man among the Thracians,<br>being both brave and of great stature. The spear struck the projecting<br>peak of his helmet: its bronze point then went through his forehead<br>into the brain, and darkness veiled his eyes.<br>Then Diomed killed Axylus son of Teuthranus, a rich man who lived in<br>the strong city of Arisbe, and was beloved by all men; for he had a<br>house by the roadside, and entertained every one who passed; howbeit<br>not one of his guests stood before him to save his life, and Diomed<br>killed both him and his squire Calesius, who was then his<br>charioteer- so the pair passed beneath the earth.<br>Euryalus killed Dresus and Opheltius, and then went in pursuit of<br>Aesepus and Pedasus, whom the naiad nymph Abarbarea had borne to noble<br>Bucolion. Bucolion was eldest son to Laomedon, but he was a bastard.<br>While tending his sheep he had converse with the nymph, and she<br>conceived twin sons; these the son of Mecisteus now slew, and he<br>stripped the armour from their shoulders. Polypoetes then killed<br>Astyalus, Ulysses Pidytes of Percote, and Teucer Aretaon. Ablerus fell<br>by the spear of Nestor's son Antilochus, and Agamemnon, king of men,<br>killed Elatus who dwelt in Pedasus by the banks of the river<br>Satnioeis. Leitus killed Phylacus as he was flying, and Eurypylus slew<br>Melanthus.<br>Then Menelaus of the loud war-cry took Adrestus alive, for his<br>horses ran into a tamarisk bush, as they were flying wildly over the<br>plain, and broke the pole from the car; they went on towards the<br>city along with the others in full flight, but Adrestus rolled out,<br>and fell in the dust flat on his face by the wheel of his chariot;<br>Menelaus came up to him spear in hand, but Adrestus caught him by<br>the knees begging for his life. "Take me alive," he cried, "son of<br>Atreus, and you shall have a full ransom for me: my father is rich and<br>has much treasure of gold, bronze, and wrought iron laid by in his<br>house. From this store he will give you a large ransom should he<br>hear of my being alive and at the ships of the Achaeans."<br>Thus did he plead, and Menelaus was for yielding and giving him to a<br>squire to take to the ships of the Achaeans, but Agamemnon came<br>running up to him and rebuked him. "My good Menelaus," said he,<br>"this is no time for giving quarter. Has, then, your house fared so<br>well at the hands of the Trojans? Let us not spare a single one of<br>them- not even the child unborn and in its mother's womb; let not a<br>man of them be left alive, but let all in Ilius perish, unheeded and<br>forgotten."<br>Thus did he speak, and his brother was persuaded by him, for his<br>words were just. Menelaus, therefore, thrust Adrestus from him,<br>whereon King Agamemnon struck him in the flank, and he fell: then<br>the son of Atreus planted his foot upon his breast to draw his spear<br>from the body.<br>Meanwhile Nestor shouted to the Argives, saying, "My friends, Danaan<br>warriors, servants of Mars, let no man lag that he may spoil the dead,<br>and bring back much booty to the ships. Let us kill as many as we can;<br>the bodies will lie upon the plain, and you can despoil them later<br>at your leisure."<br>With these words he put heart and soul into them all. And now the<br>Trojans would have been routed and driven back into Ilius, had not<br>Priam's son Helenus, wisest of augurs, said to Hector and Aeneas,<br>"Hector and Aeneas, you two are the mainstays of the Trojans and<br>Lycians, for you are foremost at all times, alike in fight and<br>counsel; hold your ground here, and go about among the host to rally<br>them in front of the gates, or they will fling themselves into the<br>arms of their wives, to the great joy of our foes. Then, when you have<br>put heart into all our companies, we will stand firm here and fight<br>the Danaans however hard they press us, for there is nothing else to<br>be done. Meanwhile do you, Hector, go to the city and tell our<br>mother what is happening. Tell her to bid the matrons gather at the<br>temple of Minerva in the acropolis; let her then take her key and open<br>the doors of the sacred building; there, upon the knees of Minerva,<br>let her lay the largest, fairest robe she has in her house- the one<br>she sets most store by; let her, moreover, promise to sacrifice twelve<br>yearling heifers that have never yet felt the goad, in the temple of<br>the goddess, if she will take pity on the town, with the wives and<br>little ones of the Trojans, and keep the son of Tydeus from falling on<br>the goodly city of Ilius; for he fights with fury and fills men's<br>souls with panic. I hold him mightiest of them all; we did not fear<br>even their great champion Achilles, son of a goddess though he be,<br>as we do this man: his rage is beyond all bounds, and there is none<br>can vie with him in prowess"<br>Hector did as his brother bade him. He sprang from his chariot,<br>and went about everywhere among the host, brandishing his spears,<br>urging the men on to fight, and raising the dread cry of battle.<br>Thereon they rallied and again faced the Achaeans, who gave ground and<br>ceased their murderous onset, for they deemed that some one of the<br>immortals had come down from starry heaven to help the Trojans, so<br>strangely had they rallied. And Hector shouted to the Trojans,<br>"Trojans and allies, be men, my friends, and fight with might and<br>main, while I go to Ilius and tell the old men of our council and<br>our wives to pray to the gods and vow hecatombs in their honour."<br>With this he went his way, and the black rim of hide that went round<br>his shield beat against his neck and his ancles.<br>Then Glaucus son of Hippolochus, and the son of Tydeus went into the<br>open space between the hosts to fight in single combat. When they were<br>close up to one another Diomed of the loud war-cry was the first to<br>speak. "Who, my good sir," said he, "who are you among men? I have<br>never seen you in battle until now, but you are daring beyond all<br>others if you abide my onset. Woe to those fathers whose sons face<br>my might. If, however, you are one of the immortals and have come down<br>from heaven, I will not fight you; for even valiant Lycurgus, son of<br>Dryas, did not live long when he took to fighting with the gods. He it<br>was that drove the nursing women who were in charge of frenzied<br>Bacchus through the land of Nysa, and they flung their thyrsi on the<br>ground as murderous Lycurgus beat them with his oxgoad. Bacchus<br>himself plunged terror-stricken into the sea, and Thetis took him to<br>her bosom to comfort him, for he was scared by the fury with which the<br>man reviled him. Thereon the gods who live at ease were angry with<br>Lycurgus and the son of Saturn struck him blind, nor did he live<br>much longer after he had become hateful to the immortals. Therefore<br>I will not fight with the blessed gods; but if you are of them that<br>eat the fruit of the ground, draw near and meet your doom."<br>And the son of Hippolochus answered, son of Tydeus, why ask me of my<br>lineage? Men come and go as leaves year by year upon the trees.<br>Those of autumn the wind sheds upon the ground, but when spring<br>returns the forest buds forth with fresh vines. Even so is it with the<br>generations of mankind, the new spring up as the old are passing away.<br>If, then, you would learn my descent, it is one that is well known<br>to many. There is a city in the heart of Argos, pasture land of<br>horses, called Ephyra, where Sisyphus lived, who was the craftiest<br>of all mankind. He was the son of Aeolus, and had a son named Glaucus,<br>who was father to Bellerophon, whom heaven endowed with the most<br>surpassing comeliness and beauty. But Proetus devised his ruin, and<br>being stronger than he, drove him from the land of the Argives, over<br>which Jove had made him ruler. For Antea, wife of Proetus, lusted<br>after him, and would have had him lie with her in secret; but<br>Bellerophon was an honourable man and would not, so she told lies<br>about him to Proteus. 'Proetus,' said she, 'kill Bellerophon or die,<br>for he would have had converse with me against my will.' The king<br>was angered, but shrank from killing Bellerophon, so he sent him to<br>Lycia with lying letters of introduction, written on a folded<br>tablet, and containing much ill against the bearer. He bade<br>Bellerophon show these letters to his father-in-law, to the end that<br>he might thus perish; Bellerophon therefore went to Lycia, and the<br>gods convoyed him safely.<br>"When he reached the river Xanthus, which is in Lycia, the king<br>received him with all goodwill, feasted him nine days, and killed nine<br>heifers in his honour, but when rosy-fingered morning appeared upon<br>the tenth day, he questioned him and desired to see the letter from<br>his son-in-law Proetus. When he had received the wicked letter he<br>first commanded Bellerophon to kill that savage monster, the Chimaera,<br>who was not a human being, but a goddess, for she had the head of a<br>lion and the tail of a serpent, while her body was that of a goat, and<br>she breathed forth flames of fire; but Bellerophon slew her, for he<br>was guided by signs from heaven. He next fought the far-famed<br>Solymi, and this, he said, was the hardest of all his battles.<br>Thirdly, he killed the Amazons, women who were the peers of men, and<br>as he was returning thence the king devised yet another plan for his<br>destruction; he picked the bravest warriors in all Lycia, and placed<br>them in ambuscade, but not a man ever came back, for Bellerophon<br>killed every one of them. Then the king knew that he must be the<br>valiant offspring of a god, so he kept him in Lycia, gave him his<br>daughter in marriage, and made him of equal honour in the kingdom with<br>himself; and the Lycians gave him a piece of land, the best in all the<br>country, fair with vineyards and tilled fields, to have and to hold.<br>"The king's daughter bore Bellerophon three children, Isander,<br>Hippolochus, and Laodameia. Jove, the lord of counsel, lay with<br>Laodameia, and she bore him noble Sarpedon; but when Bellerophon<br>came to be hated by all the gods, he wandered all desolate and<br>dismayed upon the Alean plain, gnawing at his own heart, and<br>shunning the path of man. Mars, insatiate of battle, killed his son<br>Isander while he was fighting the Solymi; his daughter was killed by<br>Diana of the golden reins, for she was angered with her; but<br>Hippolochus was father to myself, and when he sent me to Troy he urged<br>me again and again to fight ever among the foremost and outvie my<br>peers, so as not to shame the blood of my fathers who were the noblest<br>in Ephyra and in all Lycia. This, then, is the descent I claim."<br>Thus did he speak, and the heart of Diomed was glad. He planted<br>his spear in the ground, and spoke to him with friendly words. "Then,"<br>he said, you are an old friend of my father's house. Great Oeneus once<br>entertained Bellerophon for twenty days, and the two exchanged<br>presents. Oeneus gave a belt rich with purple, and Bellerophon a<br>double cup, which I left at home when I set out for Troy. I do not<br>remember Tydeus, for he was taken from us while I was yet a child,<br>when the army of the Achaeans was cut to pieces before Thebes.<br>Henceforth, however, I must be your host in middle Argos, and you mine<br>in Lycia, if I should ever go there; let us avoid one another's spears<br>even during a general engagement; there are many noble Trojans and<br>allies whom I can kill, if I overtake them and heaven delivers them<br>into my hand; so again with yourself, there are many Achaeans whose<br>lives you may take if you can; we two, then, will exchange armour,<br>that all present may know of the old ties that subsist between us."<br>With these words they sprang from their chariots, grasped one<br>another's hands, and plighted friendship. But the son of Saturn made<br>Glaucus take leave of his wits, for he exchanged golden armour for<br>bronze, the worth of a hundred head of cattle for the worth of nine.<br>Now when Hector reached the Scaean gates and the oak tree, the wives<br>and daughters of the Trojans came running towards him to ask after<br>their sons, brothers, kinsmen, and husbands: he told them to set about<br>praying to the gods, and many were made sorrowful as they heard him.<br>Presently he reached the splendid palace of King Priam, adorned with<br>colonnades of hewn stone. In it there were fifty bedchambers- all of<br>hewn stone- built near one another, where the sons of Priam slept,<br>each with his wedded wife. Opposite these, on the other side the<br>courtyard, there were twelve upper rooms also of hewn stone for<br>Priam's daughters, built near one another, where his sons-in-law slept<br>with their wives. When Hector got there, his fond mother came up to<br>him with Laodice the fairest of her daughters. She took his hand<br>within her own and said, "My son, why have you left the battle to come<br>hither? Are the Achaeans, woe betide them, pressing you hard about the<br>city that you have thought fit to come and uplift your hands to Jove<br>from the citadel? Wait till I can bring you wine that you may make<br>offering to Jove and to the other immortals, and may then drink and be<br>refreshed. Wine gives a man fresh strength when he is wearied, as<br>you now are with fighting on behalf of your kinsmen."<br>And Hector answered, "Honoured mother, bring no wine, lest you unman<br>me and I forget my strength. I dare not make a drink-offering to<br>Jove with unwashed hands; one who is bespattered with blood and<br>filth may not pray to the son of Saturn. Get the matrons together, and<br>go with offerings to the temple of Minerva driver of the spoil; there,<br>upon the knees of Minerva, lay the largest and fairest robe you have<br>in your house- the one you set most store by; promise, moreover, to<br>sacrifice twelve yearling heifers that have never yet felt the goad,<br>in the temple of the goddess if she will take pity on the town, with<br>the wives and little ones of the Trojans, and keep the son of Tydeus<br>from off the goodly city of Ilius, for he fights with fury, and<br>fills men's souls with panic. Go, then, to the temple of Minerva,<br>while I seek Paris and exhort him, if he will hear my words. Would<br>that the earth might open her jaws and swallow him, for Jove bred<br>him to be the bane of the Trojans, and of Priam and Priam's sons.<br>Could I but see him go down into the house of Hades, my heart would<br>forget its heaviness."<br>His mother went into the house and called her waiting-women who<br>gathered the matrons throughout the city. She then went down into<br>her fragrant store-room, where her embroidered robes were kept, the<br>work of Sidonian women, whom Alexandrus had brought over from Sidon<br>when he sailed the seas upon that voyage during which he carried off<br>Helen. Hecuba took out the largest robe, and the one that was most<br>beautifully enriched with embroidery, as an offering to Minerva: it<br>glittered like a star, and lay at the very bottom of the chest. With<br>this she went on her way and many matrons with her.<br>When they reached the temple of Minerva, lovely Theano, daughter<br>of Cisseus and wife of Antenor, opened the doors, for the Trojans<br>had made her priestess of Minerva. The women lifted up their hands<br>to the goddess with a loud cry, and Theano took the robe to lay it<br>upon the knees of Minerva, praying the while to the daughter of<br>great Jove. "Holy Minerva," she cried, "protectress of our city,<br>mighty goddess, break the spear of Diomed and lay him low before the<br>Scaean gates. Do this, and we will sacrifice twelve heifers that<br>have never yet known the goad, in your temple, if you will have pity<br>upon the town, with the wives and little ones If the Trojans." Thus<br>she prayed, but Pallas Minerva granted not her prayer.<br>While they were thus praying to the daughter of great Jove, Hector<br>went to the fair house of Alexandrus, which he had built for him by<br>the foremost builders in the land. They had built him his house,<br>storehouse, and courtyard near those of Priam and Hector on the<br>acropolis. Here Hector entered, with a spear eleven cubits long in his<br>hand; the bronze point gleamed in front of him, and was fastened to<br>the shaft of the spear by a ring of gold. He found Alexandrus within<br>the house, busied about his armour, his shield and cuirass, and<br>handling his curved bow; there, too, sat Argive Helen with her<br>women, setting them their several tasks; and as Hector saw him he<br>rebuked him with words of scorn. "Sir," said he, "you do ill to<br>nurse this rancour; the people perish fighting round this our town;<br>you would yourself chide one whom you saw shirking his part in the<br>combat. Up then, or ere long the city will be in a blaze."<br>And Alexandrus answered, "Hector, your rebuke is just; listen<br>therefore, and believe me when I tell you that I am not here so much<br>through rancour or ill-will towards the Trojans, as from a desire to<br>indulge my grief. My wife was even now gently urging me to battle, and<br>I hold it better that I should go, for victory is ever fickle. Wait,<br>then, while I put on my armour, or go first and I will follow. I shall<br>be sure to overtake you."<br>Hector made no answer, but Helen tried to soothe him. "Brother,"<br>said she, "to my abhorred and sinful self, would that a whirlwind<br>had caught me up on the day my mother brought me forth, and had<br>borne me to some mountain or to the waves of the roaring sea that<br>should have swept me away ere this mischief had come about. But, since<br>the gods have devised these evils, would, at any rate, that I had been<br>wife to a better man- to one who could smart under dishonour and men's<br>evil speeches. This fellow was never yet to be depended upon, nor<br>never will be, and he will surely reap what he has sown. Still,<br>brother, come in and rest upon this seat, for it is you who bear the<br>brunt of that toil that has been caused by my hateful self and by<br>the sin of Alexandrus- both of whom Jove has doomed to be a theme of<br>song among those that shall be born hereafter."<br>And Hector answered, "Bid me not be seated, Helen, for all the<br>goodwill you bear me. I cannot stay. I am in haste to help the<br>Trojans, who miss me greatly when I am not among them; but urge your<br>husband, and of his own self also let him make haste to overtake me<br>before I am out of the city. I must go home to see my household, my<br>wife and my little son, for I know not whether I shall ever again<br>return to them, or whether the gods will cause me to fill by the hands<br>of the Achaeans."<br>Then Hector left her, and forthwith was at his own house. He did not<br>find Andromache, for she was on the wall with her child and one of her<br>maids, weeping bitterly. Seeing, then, that she was not within, he<br>stood on the threshold of the women's rooms and said, "Women, tell me,<br>and tell me true, where did Andromache go when she left the house? Was<br>it to my sisters, or to my brothers' wives? or is she at the temple of<br>Minerva where the other women are propitiating the awful goddess?"<br>His good housekeeper answered, "Hector, since you bid me tell you<br>truly, she did not go to your sisters nor to your brothers' wives, nor<br>yet to the temple of Minerva, where the other women are propitiating<br>the awful goddess, but she is on the high wall of Ilius, for she had<br>heard the Trojans were being hard pressed, and that the Achaeans<br>were in great force: she went to the wall in frenzied haste, and the<br>nurse went with her carrying the child."<br>Hector hurried from the house when she had done speaking, and went<br>down the streets by the same way that he had come. When he had gone<br>through the city and had reached the Scaean gates through which he<br>would go out on to the plain, his wife came running towards him,<br>Andromache, daughter of great Eetion who ruled in Thebe under the<br>wooded slopes of Mt. Placus, and was king of the Cilicians. His<br>daughter had married Hector, and now came to meet him with a nurse who<br>carried his little child in her bosom- a mere babe. Hector's darling<br>son, and lovely as a star. Hector had named him Scamandrius, but the<br>people called him Astyanax, for his father stood alone as chief<br>guardian of Ilius. Hector smiled as he looked upon the boy, but he did<br>not speak, and Andromache stood by him weeping and taking his hand<br>in her own. "Dear husband," said she, "your valour will bring you to<br>destruction; think on your infant son, and on my hapless self who<br>ere long shall be your widow- for the Achaeans will set upon you in<br>a body and kill you. It would be better for me, should I lose you,<br>to lie dead and buried, for I shall have nothing left to comfort me<br>when you are gone, save only sorrow. I have neither father nor<br>mother now. Achilles slew my father when he sacked Thebe the goodly<br>city of the Cilicians. He slew him, but did not for very shame despoil<br>him; when he had burned him in his wondrous armour, he raised a barrow<br>over his ashes and the mountain nymphs, daughters of aegis-bearing<br>Jove, planted a grove of elms about his tomb. I had seven brothers<br>in my father's house, but on the same day they all went within the<br>house of Hades. Achilles killed them as they were with their sheep and<br>cattle. My mother- her who had been queen of all the land under Mt.<br>Placus- he brought hither with the spoil, and freed her for a great<br>sum, but the archer- queen Diana took her in the house of your father.<br>Nay- Hector- you who to me are father, mother, brother, and dear<br>husband- have mercy upon me; stay here upon this wall; make not your<br>child fatherless, and your wife a widow; as for the host, place them<br>near the fig-tree, where the city can be best scaled, and the wall<br>is weakest. Thrice have the bravest of them come thither and<br>assailed it, under the two Ajaxes, Idomeneus, the sons of Atreus,<br>and the brave son of Tydeus, either of their own bidding, or because<br>some soothsayer had told them."<br>And Hector answered, "Wife, I too have thought upon all this, but<br>with what face should I look upon the Trojans, men or women, if I<br>shirked battle like a coward? I cannot do so: I know nothing save to<br>fight bravely in the forefront of the Trojan host and win renown alike<br>for my father and myself. Well do I know that the day will surely come<br>when mighty Ilius shall be destroyed with Priam and Priam's people,<br>but I grieve for none of these- not even for Hecuba, nor King Priam,<br>nor for my brothers many and brave who may fall in the dust before<br>their foes- for none of these do I grieve as for yourself when the day<br>shall come on which some one of the Achaeans shall rob you for ever of<br>your freedom, and bear you weeping away. It may be that you will<br>have to ply the loom in Argos at the bidding of a mistress, or to<br>fetch water from the springs Messeis or Hypereia, treated brutally<br>by some cruel task-master; then will one say who sees you weeping,<br>'She was wife to Hector, the bravest warrior among the Trojans<br>during the war before Ilius.' On this your tears will break forth anew<br>for him who would have put away the day of captivity from you. May I<br>lie dead under the barrow that is heaped over my body ere I hear<br>your cry as they carry you into bondage."<br>He stretched his arms towards his child, but the boy cried and<br>nestled in his nurse's bosom, scared at the sight of his father's<br>armour, and at the horse-hair plume that nodded fiercely from his<br>helmet. His father and mother laughed to see him, but Hector took<br>the helmet from his head and laid it all gleaming upon the ground.<br>Then he took his darling child, kissed him, and dandled him in his<br>arms, praying over him the while to Jove and to all the gods.<br>"Jove," he cried, "grant that this my child may be even as myself,<br>chief among the Trojans; let him be not less excellent in strength,<br>and let him rule Ilius with his might. Then may one say of him as he<br>comes from battle, 'The son is far better than the father.' May he<br>bring back the blood-stained spoils of him whom he has laid low, and<br>let his mother's heart be glad.'"<br>With this he laid the child again in the arms of his wife, who<br>took him to her own soft bosom, smiling through her tears. As her<br>husband watched her his heart yearned towards her and he caressed<br>her fondly, saying, "My own wife, do not take these things too<br>bitterly to heart. No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time,<br>but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is<br>no escape for him when he has once been born. Go, then, within the<br>house, and busy yourself with your daily duties, your loom, your<br>distaff, and the ordering of your servants; for war is man's matter,<br>and mine above all others of them that have been born in Ilius."<br>He took his plumed helmet from the ground, and his wife went back<br>again to her house, weeping bitterly and often looking back towards<br>him. When she reached her home she found her maidens within, and<br>bade them all join in her lament; so they mourned Hector in his own<br>house though he was yet alive, for they deemed that they should<br>never see him return safe from battle, and from the furious hands of<br>the Achaeans.<br>Paris did not remain long in his house. He donned his goodly<br>armour overlaid with bronze, and hasted through the city as fast as<br>his feet could take him. As a horse, stabled and fed, breaks loose and<br>gallops gloriously over the plain to the place where he is wont to<br>bathe in the fair-flowing river- he holds his head high, and his<br>mane streams upon his shoulders as he exults in his strength and flies<br>like the wind to the haunts and feeding ground of the mares- even so<br>went forth Paris from high Pergamus, gleaming like sunlight in his<br>armour, and he laughed aloud as he sped swiftly on his way.<br>Forthwith he came upon his brother Hector, who was then turning away<br>from the place where he had held converse with his wife, and he was<br>himself the first to speak. "Sir," said he, "I fear that I have kept<br>you waiting when you are in haste, and have not come as quickly as you<br>bade me."<br>"My good brother," answered Hector, you fight bravely, and no man<br>with any justice can make light of your doings in battle. But you<br>are careless and wilfully remiss. It grieves me to the heart to hear<br>the ill that the Trojans speak about you, for they have suffered<br>much on your account. Let us be going, and we will make things right<br>hereafter, should Jove vouchsafe us to set the cup of our<br>deliverance before ever-living gods of heaven in our own homes, when<br>we have chased the Achaeans from Troy."</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=410310" data-title="The Iliad: Book 6 de Homer" data-description="The fight between Trojans and Achaeans was now left to rage as it/would, and the tide of war surged hither and thither over the plain as/they aimed their bronze-shod spears at one another between the streams/of Simois and Xanthus./First, Ajax son ..."></div> </div> </div>

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