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Homer was an ancient Greek epic poet, traditionally said to be the author of the epic poems the Iliad and the Odyssey.
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Homer's poems
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So here Ulysses slept, overcome by sleep and toil; but Minerva
went off to the country and city of the Phaecians- a people who used
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Then Mercury of Cyllene summoned the ghosts of the suitors, and in
his hand he held the fair golden wand with which he seals men's eyes
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Then Ulysses tore off his rags, and sprang on to the broad
pavement with his bow and his quiver full of arrows. He shed the
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Now when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared,
Alcinous and Ulysses both rose, and Alcinous led the way to the
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Euryclea now went upstairs laughing to tell her mistress that her
dear husband had come home. Her aged knees became young again and
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Ulysses was left in the cloister, pondering on the means whereby
with Minerva's help he might be able to kill the suitors. Presently he
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Nestor was sitting over his wine, but the cry of battle did not
escape him, and he said to the son of Aesculapius, "What, noble
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BOOK I
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Then, when we had got down to the sea shore we drew our ship into
the water and got her mast and sails into her; we also put the sheep
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Anger be now your song, immortal one,
Akhilleus' anger, doomed and ruinous,
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