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“Speaking so he stirred up Athene, who was eager before this, and she went in a flash of speed down the pinnacles of Olympus. As when the son of devious-devising Kronos casts down a star, portent to sailors or widespread armies of peoples glittering and thickly the sparks of fire break from it, in such likeness Pallas Athene swept flashing earthward”

Quote by Homer

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The Iliad of Homer

The Iliad is an ancient Greek epic poem attributed to Homer, detailing the events of the Trojan War, focusing on the conflict between the Greeks and the Trojans. more

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Homer
Homer

Homer, according to limited information, was an ancient Greek poet, credited with authorship of the epic poems 'The Iliad' and 'The Odyssey'. His biography is not well-documented, with the exact dates of his birth and death unknown. His works have had a profound impact on Western literature. more

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