She only stepped Backward a space, and with her powerful hand Lifted a stone that lay upon the plain, Black, huge, and jagged, which the men of old Had placed there for a landmark.—BRYANT. Footnote 88: See Appendix, note 31. Footnote 89: See Appendix, note 32. Footnote 90: Iliad iii. 381. Footnote 91: Iliad v. 23. Footnote 92: Iliad xx. 444. Footnote 93: Iliad xx. 446. Footnote 94: Iliad xx. 321. Footnote 95: See Appendix, note 33. Footnote 96: Iliad i. 44–53. Tableaux tirés de l’Iliade, p. 70. Down he came, Down from the summit of the Olympian mount, Wrathful in heart; his shoulders bore the bow And hollow quiver; there the arrows rang Upon the shoulders of the angry god, As on he moved. He came as comes the night, And, seated from the ships aloof, sent forth An arrow; terrible was heard the clang Of that resplendent bow. At first he smote The mules and the swift dogs, and then on man He turned the deadly arrow. All around Glared evermore the frequent funeral piles.—BRYANT. Footnote 97: Iliad iv. 1–4. Tableaux tirés de l’Iliade, p. 30. Meantime the immortal gods with Jupiter Upon his golden pavement sat and held A council. Hebe, honored of them all, Ministered nectar, and from cups of gold They pledged each other, looking down on Troy. BRYANT. Footnote 98: See Appendix, note 34. Footnote 99: See Appendix, note 35. Footnote 100: See Appendix, note 36. Footnote 101: Iliad v. 722. Hebe rolled the wheels, Each with eight spokes, and joined them to the ends Of the steel axle,—fellies wrought of gold, Bound with a brazen rim to last for ages,— A wonder to behold. The hollow naves Were silver, and on gold and silver cords Was slung the chariot’s seat; in silver hooks Rested the reins; and silver was the pole Where the fair yoke and poitrels, all of gold, She fastened.—BRYANT. Footnote 102: Iliad ii. 43–47. He sat upright and put his tunic on, Soft, fair, and new, and over that he cast His ample cloak, and round his shapely feet Laced the becoming sandals. Next, he hung Upon his shoulders and his side the sword With silver studs, and took into his hand The ancestral sceptre, old but undecayed.—BRYANT. Footnote 103: Iliad ii. 101–108.