Iliad notes
Cold tongue.. Grinning teeth.
Sacred blood… Blushing sand.
Forbid the flight
Wives soft arms…the cowards gain
Wasteful ire
Rage unbounded
With rage recruited The bold Trojans glow
Fierce in the front he shakes two dazzling spears
Shot down avenging from the vault of stars
Be mindful of the strength your fathers bore
Be still yourselves!
Be yourself.
Boldest of the race of man!
Cheerless he breathed.
Fruits of earth sustain thy life
Too prodigal of breath
Leaves of tree… Race of man is found
They fall successive.. And successive rise..
Generations in their course defay
Love for the Valor which preserves mankind
Heaven was on his side.
Emulate the glories of our race.
Brass arms
Dull the noble mind
Rich labors
Instruct their hands….
Wasteful war
Ardent mind.
Tired with toils
Fear on her cheek
Glory fills the eternal throne.
Hasten to thy tasks at home.
Guide the spindle… Direct the loom