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Uploaded Videos. And Iris came on Helen in her rooms. . . weaving a growing web, a dark red folding robe, working into the weft the endless bloody struggles stallion-breaking Trogans and Argives armed in bronze had suffered all for her at the god of battle’s hands. (III, 150-54).
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And Iris came on Helen in her rooms. . . weaving a growing web, a dark red folding robe, working into the weft the endless bloody struggles stallion-breaking Trogans and Argives armed in bronze had suffered all for her at the god of battle’s hands. (III, 150-54) EA Sports World Avatar
Reaching the Myrmidon shelters and their ships, they found him there, delighting his heart now, plucking strong and clear on the fine lyre— beautifully carved, its silver bridge set firm— he won from the spoils when he razed Etion’s city. Achilles was lifting his spirits with it now, singing the famous deeds of fighting heroes. . . (IX, 222-28) NBA 2K9 Highlights
and when they’d put aside desire for food and drink the suitors set their minds on other pleasures, song and dancing, all that crowns a feast. A herald placed an ornate lyre in Phemius’ hands, the bard who always performed among them there; they forced the man to sing (I, 174-79). Madden 2009 Top 10
So they mocked, but Odysseus, mastermind in action, once he’d handled the great bow and scanned every inch, then, like an expert singer skilled at lyre and song— who strains a string to a new peg with ease, making the pliant sheep gut fast at either end— so with his virtuoso ease Odyesseus strung his mighty bow. (XXI, 451-56) MLB 09 The Show
. . . And sometimes a proud old soldierWho had heard songs of the ancient heroesAnd could sing them all through, story after story,Would weave a net of words for Beowulf'sVictory, tying the knot of his versesSmoothly, swiftly, into place with the poet'sQuick skill, singing his new song aloudWhile he shaped it, and the old songs as well--- (867-74)
Hrothgar’s hall resounded with the harp’s High call, with songs and laughter and the telling Of tales, stories sung by the court Poet as the joyful Danes drank And listened, seated along their mead benches. (1063-67) Uploaded photo 1/2/2008
[. . . ] One ancient Dane told of long-dead times, And sometimes Hrothgar himself, with the harp In his lap, stroked its silvery strings And told wonderful stories, a brave king Reciting unhappy truths about good And evil—and sometimes he wove his stories On the mournful thread of old age, remembering Buried strength and the battles it had won. He would weep, the old king, wise with many Winters, remembering what he’d done, once, What he’d seen, what he knew. And so we sat The day away, feasting. (2105-17) Gears of War 2 Statistics Overview
And then twelve of the bravest Geats Rode their horses around the tower, Telling their sorrow, telling stories Of their dead king and his greatness, his glory, Praising him for heroic deeds, for a life As noble as his name. (3169-74) Call of Duty: World At War Top 10
Beowulf spoke: “Let your sorrow end! It is better for us all To avenge our friends, not mourn them forever. Each of us will come to the end of this life On earth; he who can earn it should fight For the glory of his name; fame after death Is the noblest of goals. [. . . ]” (1383-89) Uploaded photo 11/08/2008
[. . . ] But Beowulf Longed only for fame, leaped back Into battle. [. . . ] So fame Comes to the men who mean to win it And care about nothing else! (1529-36)
“I’ve never known fear; as a youth I fought In endless battles. I am old, now, But I will fight again, seek fame still, If the dragon hiding in his tower dares To face me.” (2511-15) Gears of War 2 Top 10