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Sample: Achilles Duels Hector<\/strong><\/h1>\r\nIn Homer\u2019s <\/em>Iliad, easily the most tense scene is where Achilles, hero of the Greeks, duels Hector, hero of the Trojans. The following segment of the <\/em>Iliad has been edited for clarity.<\/em>\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_133\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"500\"]\"Achilles Peter Paul Rubens, Achilles Slays Hector, Public Domain via Wikimedia<\/a>[\/caption]\r\n\r\nAchilles approached, like a god the Greek drew near;\r\nHis dreadful helmet nodded from on high;\r\nHis javelin, in his better hand,\r\nShot trembling rays that glittered over the land;\r\nAnd on his chest the beamy splendor shone,\r\nLike Zeus\u2019s own lightning, or the rising sun.\r\nAs Hector sees, terror rose within him,\r\nStruck by some god, he fears, draws back, and flees.\r\nHe leaves the gates; he leaves the wall behind:\r\nAchilles follows like the winged wind.\r\nThus, the falcon flew at the dove.\r\nOne urged by fury, one impelled by fear:\r\nNow circling round the walls,\r\nWhere the high watch-tower overlooks the plain;\r\nThe mighty fled, pursued by stronger might.\r\nSwiftly they ran as if in a race, with Hector\u2019s life the prize.\r\nThree times round the Trojan wall Achilles pursued Hector.\r\nThe gazing gods lean forward from the sky, watching;\r\nTo whom, while watching the chase eagerly, Zeus spoke:\r\n\r\n\u201cUnworthy sight! Hector, the man beloved of heaven,\r\nBehold, inglorious round the city pursued!\r\nMy heart feels the generous Hector\u2019s pain;\r\nHector, whose zealously slays whole troops,\r\nWhose grateful sacrifices the gods received with joy,\r\nNow see him fleeing; to his fears resigned,\r\nAnd fate, and fierce Achilles, close behind.\r\nShall we snatch him from impending fate, or let him die?\r\n\r\nThen Athena said, \u201cShall he holds the lightning bolts\r\nProlong one Trojan\u2019s forfeit breath?\r\nA man, a mortal, pre-ordained to death!\u201d\r\n\r\n\u201cGo then,\u201d Zeus answered, \u201cWithout delay,\r\nDo what you wish with Hector.\u201d\r\n\r\nThus step by step, wherever the Trojan went,\r\nThere swift Achilles crossed round the field.\r\nZeus lifts the golden balances, that show\r\nThe fates of mortal men, and things below:\r\nHere each contending hero\u2019s lot he tries,\r\nAnd weighs, with equal hand, their destinies.\r\nLow sinks the scale carrying Hector\u2019s fate;\r\nHeavy with death it sinks, and the underworld receives the weight.\r\n\r\nFierce Athena flies to Achilles, and triumphing, cries:\r\n\u201cO loved of Zeus! This day our labors cease,\r\nAnd conquest blazes with full beams on Greece.\r\nGreat Hector falls; that Hector famed so far,\r\nDrunk with renown, insatiable of war,\r\nFalls by your hand, and mine! Nor force, nor flight,\r\nShall more avail him, nor his god of light.\r\nSee, where in vain he prays,\r\nAt the feet of unrelenting Zeus;\r\nRest here: myself will lead the Trojan on,\r\nAnd urge to meet the fate he cannot shun.\u201d\r\n\r\nImpersonating Deiphobus, Hector\u2019s comrade in arms,\r\nAthena urged Hector to stay and fight:\r\n\r\n\u201cToo long, O Hector! have I borne the sight\r\nOf this distress, and grieved in your fleeing:\r\nIt fits now for us to make a noble stand,\r\nAnd here, as brothers, seek our fate.\u201d\r\n\r\nThen Hector: \u201cO prince! Allied in blood and fame,\r\nLong tried, long loved: much loved, but honored more!\r\nDefend my life, regardless of your own.\u201d\r\n\r\nAgain the goddess: \u201cCome then, let us try the glorious conflict,\r\nLet the steel sparkle, and the javelin fly;\r\nOr let us stretch Achilles on the field,\r\nOr to his arm our bloody trophies yield.\u201d\r\n\r\nFraudulently she said; then swiftly marched before:\r\nThe Trojan hero shuns his foe no more.\r\nSternly they met. The silence Hector broke:\r\n\r\n\u201cEnough, Achilles! Troy has viewed\r\nHer walls circled, and her chief pursued.\r\nBut now some god within me bids me try\r\nyour, or my fate: I kill you, or I die.\u201d\r\n\r\nAchilles launched his javelin at the foe;\r\nBut Hector shunned the meditated blow:\r\nHe stooped, while over his head the flying spear\r\nSang innocent, and spent its force in air.\r\nAthena watched it falling on the land,\r\nThen drew it, and gave it to great Achilles\u2019 hand,\r\nUnseen by Hector, who, elated with joy,\r\nNow shakes his lance, and braves the dread of Troy.\r\n\r\n\u201cThe life you boasted to that javelin given,\r\nPrince! you have missed. My fate depends on Heaven,\r\nTo you, presumptuous as you are, unknown,\r\nOr what must prove my fortune, or your own.\r\nBoasting is but an art, our fears to blind,\r\nAnd with false terrors sink another\u2019s mind.\r\nBut know, whatever fate I am to try,\r\nBy no dishonest wound shall Hector die.\r\nMy soul shall bravely issue from my breast.\r\nBut first, you shall try my arm; and may this dart\r\nEnd all my country\u2019s woes, deep buried in your heart.\u201d\r\n\r\nHector\u2019s javelin flew, its course unerring held,\r\nUnerring, but the heavenly shield repelled\r\nThe mortal dart; resulting with a bound\r\nFrom off the ringing orb, it struck the ground.\r\nHector beheld his javelin fall in vain,\r\nNor other lance, nor other hope remain;\r\nHe calls Deiphobus, demands a spear \u2014\r\nIn vain, for no Deiphobus was there.\r\nAll comfortless he stands: then, with a sigh;\r\n\u201cIt is so \u2014 Heaven wills it, and my hour has come!\r\nI deemed Deiphobus had heard my call,\r\nBut he sits secure, guarded behind the wall.\r\nA god deceived me; Athena, it was your deed,\r\nDeath and black fate approach! I must bleed.\r\nNo refuge now, no help from above,\r\nGreat Zeus deserts me, and the son of Zeus,\r\nPropitious once, and kind! Then welcome fate!\r\nIt is true I perish, yet I perish great:\r\nYet in a mighty deed I shall expire,\r\nLet future ages hear it, and admire!\u201d\r\n\r\nFierce, at the word, his weighty sword he drew,\r\nAnd, all collected, on Achilles flew.\r\nSo Zeus\u2019s bold bird, high balanced in the air,\r\nStoops from the clouds to truss the quivering hare.\r\nNor less Achilles his fierce soul prepares:\r\nBefore his breast the flaming shield he bears,\r\nFar-beaming over the silver host of night,\r\nWhen all the starry train emblaze the sphere:\r\nSo shone the point of great Achilles\u2019 spear.\r\nIn his right hand he waves the weapon round,\r\nEyes the whole man, and contemplates where to wound;\r\nOne space at length he spies, to let in fate,\r\nWhere between the neck and throat the jointed plate\r\nGave entrance: through that penetrable part\r\nFurious he drove the well-directed dart:\r\nNor pierced the windpipe yet, nor took the power\r\nOf speech from your dying hour.\r\nProne on the field the bleeding warrior lies,\r\nWhile, thus triumphing, stern Achilles cries:\r\n\r\n\u201cAt last is Hector stretched upon the plain,\r\nWho feared no vengeance for Patroclus slain:\r\nThen, prince! you should have feared, what now you feel;\r\nAchilles absent was Achilles still:\r\nYet a short space the great avenger stayed,\r\nThen low in dust your strength and glory laid.\r\nPeaceful he sleeps, with all our rites adorned,\r\nForever honored, and forever mourned:\r\nWhile cast to all the rage of hostile power,\r\nYou birds shall mangle, and the gods devour.\u201d\r\n\r\nThen Hector, fainting at the approach of death:\r\n\u201cBy your own soul! By those who gave you breath!\r\nBy all the sacred prevalence of prayer;\r\nAh, leave me not for Grecian dogs to tear!\r\nThe common rites of burial bestow,\r\nTo soothe a father\u2019s and a mother\u2019s woe:\r\nLet their large gifts procure an urn at least,\r\nAnd Hector\u2019s ashes in his country rest.\u201d\r\n\r\n\u201cNo, wretch accursed!\u201d relentless Achilles replies;\r\n(Flames, as he spoke, shot flashing from his eyes;)\r\n\u201cNo \u2014 to the dogs I resign your carcass.\r\nShould Troy, to bribe me, bring forth all her treasure,\r\nShould Trojan Priam, and his weeping dame,\r\nDrain their whole realm to buy one funeral flame:\r\nTheir Hector on the pyre they should not see,\r\nNor rob the vultures of one limb of you.\u201d\r\n\r\nThen thus the chief his dying accents drew:\r\n\u201cYour rage, implacable! Too well I knew:\r\nThe Furies cursed you with a heart that cannot yield.\r\nYet think, a day will come, when fate\u2019s decree\r\nAnd angry gods shall wreak this wrong on you;\r\nParis shall avenge my fate,\r\nAnd stretch you here before the gate.\u201d\r\n\r\nHe ceased. The Fates suppressed his laboring breath,\r\nAnd his eyes stiffened at the hand of death;\r\nTo the dark realm the spirit wings its way,\r\nA naked, wandering, melancholy ghost!\r\n\r\nAchilles stripped the slain.\r\nThen forcing backward from the gaping wound\r\nThe reeking javelin, cast it on the ground.\r\nThe thronging Greeks behold with wondering eyes\r\nHis manly beauty and superior size;\r\nHigh over the slain the great Achilles stands,\r\nAnd thus aloud, while all the host attends:\r\n\u201cPrinces and leaders! countrymen and friends!\r\nSince now at length the powerful will of heaven\r\nThe dire destroyer to our arm has given,\r\nIs not Troy fallen already? Hurry, you rulers!\r\nSee, if already their deserted towers\r\nAre left unmanned; or if they yet retain\r\nThe souls of heroes, their great Hector slain.\r\nBut what is Troy, or glory what to me?\r\nOr why reflects my mind on anything but you,\r\nDivine Patroclus! Death hath sealed his eyes;\r\nCan his dear image from my soul depart,\r\nLong as the vital spirit moves my heart?\r\nIf in the melancholy shades below,\r\nThe flames of friends and lovers cease to glow,\r\nYet mine shall sacred last; mine, undecayed,\r\nBurn on through death, and animate my shade.\r\nThen his fell soul birthed a thought of vengeance;\r\nThrough Hector\u2019s ankles he bored, his feet he bound\r\nWith ropes inserted through the double wound;\r\nThese fixed up high behind his rolling chariot,\r\nHis graceful head was trailed along the plain.\r\nProud on his chariot the insulting victor stood,\r\nHe whips the steeds; the rapid chariot flies;\r\nThe sudden clouds of circling dust arise.\r\nNow lost is all that formidable air;\r\nHector's face divine, and long-descending hair,\r\nPurple the ground, and streak the sable sand;\r\nDeformed, dishonoured, in his native land,\r\nGiven to the rage of an insulting throng,\r\nAnd, in his parents\u2019 sight, now dragged along!\r\n\r\n
\r\n\r\nTo cite this reading, use the following format:\r\n\r\nHomer. Iliad: Book 22<\/em>. Translated by Alexander Pope, 1720. Mythopedia, https:\/\/mythopedia.com\/library\/iliad-pope-1720\/book-22<\/a>","rendered":"

Sample: Achilles Duels Hector<\/strong><\/h1>\n

In Homer\u2019s <\/em>Iliad, easily the most tense scene is where Achilles, hero of the Greeks, duels Hector, hero of the Trojans. The following segment of the <\/em>Iliad has been edited for clarity.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"Achilles
Peter Paul Rubens, Achilles Slays Hector, Public Domain via Wikimedia<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Achilles approached, like a god the Greek drew near;
\nHis dreadful helmet nodded from on high;
\nHis javelin, in his better hand,
\nShot trembling rays that glittered over the land;
\nAnd on his chest the beamy splendor shone,
\nLike Zeus\u2019s own lightning, or the rising sun.
\nAs Hector sees, terror rose within him,
\nStruck by some god, he fears, draws back, and flees.
\nHe leaves the gates; he leaves the wall behind:
\nAchilles follows like the winged wind.
\nThus, the falcon flew at the dove.
\nOne urged by fury, one impelled by fear:
\nNow circling round the walls,
\nWhere the high watch-tower overlooks the plain;
\nThe mighty fled, pursued by stronger might.
\nSwiftly they ran as if in a race, with Hector\u2019s life the prize.
\nThree times round the Trojan wall Achilles pursued Hector.
\nThe gazing gods lean forward from the sky, watching;
\nTo whom, while watching the chase eagerly, Zeus spoke:<\/p>\n

\u201cUnworthy sight! Hector, the man beloved of heaven,
\nBehold, inglorious round the city pursued!
\nMy heart feels the generous Hector\u2019s pain;
\nHector, whose zealously slays whole troops,
\nWhose grateful sacrifices the gods received with joy,
\nNow see him fleeing; to his fears resigned,
\nAnd fate, and fierce Achilles, close behind.
\nShall we snatch him from impending fate, or let him die?<\/p>\n

Then Athena said, \u201cShall he holds the lightning bolts
\nProlong one Trojan\u2019s forfeit breath?
\nA man, a mortal, pre-ordained to death!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo then,\u201d Zeus answered, \u201cWithout delay,
\nDo what you wish with Hector.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thus step by step, wherever the Trojan went,
\nThere swift Achilles crossed round the field.
\nZeus lifts the golden balances, that show
\nThe fates of mortal men, and things below:
\nHere each contending hero\u2019s lot he tries,
\nAnd weighs, with equal hand, their destinies.
\nLow sinks the scale carrying Hector\u2019s fate;
\nHeavy with death it sinks, and the underworld receives the weight.<\/p>\n

Fierce Athena flies to Achilles, and triumphing, cries:
\n\u201cO loved of Zeus! This day our labors cease,
\nAnd conquest blazes with full beams on Greece.
\nGreat Hector falls; that Hector famed so far,
\nDrunk with renown, insatiable of war,
\nFalls by your hand, and mine! Nor force, nor flight,
\nShall more avail him, nor his god of light.
\nSee, where in vain he prays,
\nAt the feet of unrelenting Zeus;
\nRest here: myself will lead the Trojan on,
\nAnd urge to meet the fate he cannot shun.\u201d<\/p>\n

Impersonating Deiphobus, Hector\u2019s comrade in arms,
\nAthena urged Hector to stay and fight:<\/p>\n

\u201cToo long, O Hector! have I borne the sight
\nOf this distress, and grieved in your fleeing:
\nIt fits now for us to make a noble stand,
\nAnd here, as brothers, seek our fate.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Hector: \u201cO prince! Allied in blood and fame,
\nLong tried, long loved: much loved, but honored more!
\nDefend my life, regardless of your own.\u201d<\/p>\n

Again the goddess: \u201cCome then, let us try the glorious conflict,
\nLet the steel sparkle, and the javelin fly;
\nOr let us stretch Achilles on the field,
\nOr to his arm our bloody trophies yield.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fraudulently she said; then swiftly marched before:
\nThe Trojan hero shuns his foe no more.
\nSternly they met. The silence Hector broke:<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough, Achilles! Troy has viewed
\nHer walls circled, and her chief pursued.
\nBut now some god within me bids me try
\nyour, or my fate: I kill you, or I die.\u201d<\/p>\n

Achilles launched his javelin at the foe;
\nBut Hector shunned the meditated blow:
\nHe stooped, while over his head the flying spear
\nSang innocent, and spent its force in air.
\nAthena watched it falling on the land,
\nThen drew it, and gave it to great Achilles\u2019 hand,
\nUnseen by Hector, who, elated with joy,
\nNow shakes his lance, and braves the dread of Troy.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe life you boasted to that javelin given,
\nPrince! you have missed. My fate depends on Heaven,
\nTo you, presumptuous as you are, unknown,
\nOr what must prove my fortune, or your own.
\nBoasting is but an art, our fears to blind,
\nAnd with false terrors sink another\u2019s mind.
\nBut know, whatever fate I am to try,
\nBy no dishonest wound shall Hector die.
\nMy soul shall bravely issue from my breast.
\nBut first, you shall try my arm; and may this dart
\nEnd all my country\u2019s woes, deep buried in your heart.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hector\u2019s javelin flew, its course unerring held,
\nUnerring, but the heavenly shield repelled
\nThe mortal dart; resulting with a bound
\nFrom off the ringing orb, it struck the ground.
\nHector beheld his javelin fall in vain,
\nNor other lance, nor other hope remain;
\nHe calls Deiphobus, demands a spear \u2014
\nIn vain, for no Deiphobus was there.
\nAll comfortless he stands: then, with a sigh;
\n\u201cIt is so \u2014 Heaven wills it, and my hour has come!
\nI deemed Deiphobus had heard my call,
\nBut he sits secure, guarded behind the wall.
\nA god deceived me; Athena, it was your deed,
\nDeath and black fate approach! I must bleed.
\nNo refuge now, no help from above,
\nGreat Zeus deserts me, and the son of Zeus,
\nPropitious once, and kind! Then welcome fate!
\nIt is true I perish, yet I perish great:
\nYet in a mighty deed I shall expire,
\nLet future ages hear it, and admire!\u201d<\/p>\n

Fierce, at the word, his weighty sword he drew,
\nAnd, all collected, on Achilles flew.
\nSo Zeus\u2019s bold bird, high balanced in the air,
\nStoops from the clouds to truss the quivering hare.
\nNor less Achilles his fierce soul prepares:
\nBefore his breast the flaming shield he bears,
\nFar-beaming over the silver host of night,
\nWhen all the starry train emblaze the sphere:
\nSo shone the point of great Achilles\u2019 spear.
\nIn his right hand he waves the weapon round,
\nEyes the whole man, and contemplates where to wound;
\nOne space at length he spies, to let in fate,
\nWhere between the neck and throat the jointed plate
\nGave entrance: through that penetrable part
\nFurious he drove the well-directed dart:
\nNor pierced the windpipe yet, nor took the power
\nOf speech from your dying hour.
\nProne on the field the bleeding warrior lies,
\nWhile, thus triumphing, stern Achilles cries:<\/p>\n

\u201cAt last is Hector stretched upon the plain,
\nWho feared no vengeance for Patroclus slain:
\nThen, prince! you should have feared, what now you feel;
\nAchilles absent was Achilles still:
\nYet a short space the great avenger stayed,
\nThen low in dust your strength and glory laid.
\nPeaceful he sleeps, with all our rites adorned,
\nForever honored, and forever mourned:
\nWhile cast to all the rage of hostile power,
\nYou birds shall mangle, and the gods devour.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Hector, fainting at the approach of death:
\n\u201cBy your own soul! By those who gave you breath!
\nBy all the sacred prevalence of prayer;
\nAh, leave me not for Grecian dogs to tear!
\nThe common rites of burial bestow,
\nTo soothe a father\u2019s and a mother\u2019s woe:
\nLet their large gifts procure an urn at least,
\nAnd Hector\u2019s ashes in his country rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, wretch accursed!\u201d relentless Achilles replies;
\n(Flames, as he spoke, shot flashing from his eyes;)
\n\u201cNo \u2014 to the dogs I resign your carcass.
\nShould Troy, to bribe me, bring forth all her treasure,
\nShould Trojan Priam, and his weeping dame,
\nDrain their whole realm to buy one funeral flame:
\nTheir Hector on the pyre they should not see,
\nNor rob the vultures of one limb of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then thus the chief his dying accents drew:
\n\u201cYour rage, implacable! Too well I knew:
\nThe Furies cursed you with a heart that cannot yield.
\nYet think, a day will come, when fate\u2019s decree
\nAnd angry gods shall wreak this wrong on you;
\nParis shall avenge my fate,
\nAnd stretch you here before the gate.\u201d<\/p>\n

He ceased. The Fates suppressed his laboring breath,
\nAnd his eyes stiffened at the hand of death;
\nTo the dark realm the spirit wings its way,
\nA naked, wandering, melancholy ghost!<\/p>\n

Achilles stripped the slain.
\nThen forcing backward from the gaping wound
\nThe reeking javelin, cast it on the ground.
\nThe thronging Greeks behold with wondering eyes
\nHis manly beauty and superior size;
\nHigh over the slain the great Achilles stands,
\nAnd thus aloud, while all the host attends:
\n\u201cPrinces and leaders! countrymen and friends!
\nSince now at length the powerful will of heaven
\nThe dire destroyer to our arm has given,
\nIs not Troy fallen already? Hurry, you rulers!
\nSee, if already their deserted towers
\nAre left unmanned; or if they yet retain
\nThe souls of heroes, their great Hector slain.
\nBut what is Troy, or glory what to me?
\nOr why reflects my mind on anything but you,
\nDivine Patroclus! Death hath sealed his eyes;
\nCan his dear image from my soul depart,
\nLong as the vital spirit moves my heart?
\nIf in the melancholy shades below,
\nThe flames of friends and lovers cease to glow,
\nYet mine shall sacred last; mine, undecayed,
\nBurn on through death, and animate my shade.
\nThen his fell soul birthed a thought of vengeance;
\nThrough Hector\u2019s ankles he bored, his feet he bound
\nWith ropes inserted through the double wound;
\nThese fixed up high behind his rolling chariot,
\nHis graceful head was trailed along the plain.
\nProud on his chariot the insulting victor stood,
\nHe whips the steeds; the rapid chariot flies;
\nThe sudden clouds of circling dust arise.
\nNow lost is all that formidable air;
\nHector’s face divine, and long-descending hair,
\nPurple the ground, and streak the sable sand;
\nDeformed, dishonoured, in his native land,
\nGiven to the rage of an insulting throng,
\nAnd, in his parents\u2019 sight, now dragged along!<\/p>\n

\n

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