Homer and His Age

“Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles,murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses,hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls,great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion,feasts for the dogs and birds,and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end.Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed,Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.””

— Andrew Lang

“Men come and go as leaves year by year upon the trees. Those of autumn the wind sheds upon the ground, but when spring returns the forest buds forth with fresh vines. Even so is it with the generations of mankind, the new spring up as the old are passing away””

— Andrew Lang

“Revere the gods, Achilles! Pity me in my own right, remember your own father! I deserve more pity...I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before - I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son.””

— Andrew Lang

“So they fought to the death around that benched beaked ship as Patroclus reached Achilles, his great commander, and wept warm tears like a dark spring running down some desolate rock face, its shaded currents flowing. And the brilliant runner Achilles saw him coming, filled with pity and spoke out winging words:"Why in tears, Patroclus? Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs at her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off-all tears, fawning up at her till she takes her into her arms... That's how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.””

— Andrew Lang

“Then thus the god: “O restless fate of pride, That strives to learn what heaven resolves to hide; Vain is the search, presumptuous and abhorr’d, Anxious to thee, and odious to thy lord. Let this suffice: the immutable decree No force can shake: what is, that ought to be. Goddess, submit; nor dare our will withstand, But dread the power of this avenging hand:””

— Andrew Lang

“La misma recompensa obtiene el que se queda en su tienda, que el que pelea con bizarría; en igual consideración son tenidos el cobarde y el valiente; y así muere el holgazán como el laborioso.””

— Andrew Lang

“wine-dark sea.””

— Andrew Lang

“We should go through the city with our tale,””

— Andrew Lang

“We should go through the city””

— Andrew Lang