For my Homeric Vocabulary class on Friday I had to pick out some "favorite" text for us to translate. I did a search of "beautiful" to see what had moved me in the past. Here are the flowers I picked from my literary garden (blog) just for you.
“Will it ever happen again that our ancient Troy will know the day-long revelries the love pledges and companionship, the strumming of the lyres and the wine cups circling, passed to the right, in sweet contention while on the open waters the sons of Atreus make for Sparta, gone from the shores of Ilium?” Rhesus 360-369
“Will it ever happen again that our ancient Troy will know the day-long revelries the love pledges and companionship, the strumming of the lyres and the wine cups circling, passed to the right, in sweet contention while on the open waters the sons of Atreus make for Sparta, gone from the shores of Ilium?” Rhesus 360-369
“Scamander, my
native stream! Upon your banks in bygone days, unhappy maid, was I nurtured
with fostering care; but now by Cocytus and the banks of Acheron, I think, I
soon must chant my prophecies Agamemnon
by Aeschylus 1157-1161
Writing
by Pindar on a Sicilian oread; “white-capped
Aetna, nursing all year long her brood of stinging snow, within her secret
depths pure springs of unapproachable fire erupt - her rivers in daytime pour forth billows of
glaring smoke, while at night the blood-red , rolling blaze whirls boulders
crashing onto the flat plain of the sea”
Pythian 1 20-24
Iliad 17: [436
they immovably with the beauteous car,
bowing their heads down to the earth. And hot tears ever flowed from their eyes
to the ground, as they wept in longing for their charioteer, and their rich
manes were befouled, [440]
Thus
[Agamemnon] spoke. And the son of Peleus felt grief and the heart within
his shaggy chest was divided whether to draw the sharp sword at his thigh and
make the others get up and scatter while he kills the son of Atreus or whether
to check his anger and restrain his heart”. Iliad 1:188-192
Iliad 1: 476
when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared they again set sail for
the army of the Achaeans. Apollo sent them a fair wind, so they raised their mast and hoisted their
white sails aloft. As the sail bellied with the wind the ship flew through the
deep blue water, and the foam hissed against her bows as she sped onward. When
they reached the wide-stretching army of the Achaeans.
In the Rhesus quote, I like that Hector doesn't wish Achaeans dead, just gone home.
ReplyDeleteMade me think of the Golden Age. We always want to get back to the Garden don't we? Bill
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