Achilles (Mythological character); Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
Footnote 161: (return) Buttmann, Lexil. p. 521, makes φαλος to be the
same as κωνος, a metal ridge in which the plume was fixed.
“Ο father Jove, none other of the gods is more baleful than thou.
Certainly I hoped to be revenged upon Alexander for his wickedness: but
now my sword has been broken in my hands, and my spear has been hurled
from my hand in vain, nor have I smote him.”
He spoke; and rushing on, he seized him by the horse-hair tufted
helmet, and turning, began to drag him to the well-greaved Greeks: but
the richly-embroidered band under his tender throat was choking him,
which was drawn under his chin as the strap of his helmet. And now he
had dragged him away, and obtained infinite glory, had not Venus, the
daughter of Jove, quickly perceived it, who broke for him 162 the
thong, [made] from the hide of an ox slaughtered by violence: and
thereupon the empty helmet followed with his strong hand. It, then, the
hero whirling round, cast to the well-greaved Greeks, and his dear
companions took it up. And he [Menelaus] again rushed on, desiring to
slay him with his brazen spear: but him [Paris] Venus very easily, as
being a goddess, rescued, and covered him in a thick mist; then placed
him down in his fragrant chamber, exhaling perfumes.
Footnote 162: (return) _I.e._ Menelaus.—to his confusion.
But she herself, on the other hand, went to call Helen, and she found
her on the lofty tower, and many Trojan dames around her. Then with her
hand catching her by the fragrant mantle, she shook her: and likening
herself to an ancient dame, a spinner of wool, who used to comb fair
wool for her when dwelling at Lacedæmon, and she loved her much: to her
having likened herself, divine Venus accosted [Helen]:
“Come hither, Alexander calls thee to return home. He himself is in his
chamber and turned bed, shining both in beauty and attire; nor wouldst
thou say that he had returned after having fought with a hero, but that
he was going to the dance, or that just ceasing from the dance, he sat
down.”
Thus she said, and agitated the heart in her breast: and when she
beheld the all-beauteous neck of the goddess, and her lovely bosom, and
her flashing eyes, she was awe-struck, and spoke a word, and said:
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