Now a sharp ridge rises out in front of Troy,
all on its own and far across the plain
with running-room all around it, all sides clear.
Men call it Thicket Ridge, the immortals call it
the leaping Amazon Myrine’s mounded tomb, and there
the Trojans and allies ranged their troops for battle.

Iliad, Book II

...And with that threat the god of the sea-blue mane
led the way to the fortress raised for godlike Heracles:
earth piled on both sides, a high imposing breastwork
men of Troy and Pallas Athena flung up for the man
where he could race and escape that sea monster
whenever it charged him hard from shore to plain.
There Poseidon sat at ease with his deathless friends...

Iliad, Book II

while far on the other side the gods of Troy sat down
on the brows of Sunlight Hill, flanking you, Apollo,
god of the wild cry, and Ares scourge of cities.

Iliad, Book II

Over your bones we reared a grand, noble tomb –
devoted veterans all, Achaea’s combat forces –
high on its jutting headland over Hellespont’s
broad reach, a landmark glimpsed from far out at sea
by men of our own day and men of days to come.

Odyssey, Book 24

So the clash of Achaean and Trojan troops was on its own,
the battle in all its fury veering back and forth,
careering down the plain
as they sent their bronze lances hurtling side-to-side
between the Simois’ banks and Xanthus’ swirling rapids.

Iliad, Book 6

...the god of fire devoured
all the dead, then blazing in all his glory veered for the river –
an inferno – the elms burned, the willows and tamarisks burned
and the lotus burned and the gallingale and reeds and rushes,
all that flourished along the running river’s lush banks
and the eels writhed and fish in the whirlpools leapt high,
breaking the surface left and right in a sheen of fire,
gasping under the Master Smith Hephaestus’ blast...

Iliad, Book 21

And Ares bellowed his cry from far across the lines,
churning black as a whirlwind, roaring down now
from the city’s crest, commanding Trojans on and now
rushing along the Simois banks and scaling Sunlight Hill.

Iliad, Book 20

In tears they gathered their gentle comrade’s white bones,
all in a golden urn, sealed with a double fold of fat,
and stowed the urn in his shelter, coverd well
with a light linen shroud, then laid his barrow out.
Around the pyre they planted a ring of stone revetments,
piled the loose earth high in a mound above the ring...

Iliad, Book 23

Now the Achaeans milled among the shipways,
shielded roundby the looming superstructures,
stern on stern drawn up on the first line inland,
But the Trojans stormed them there and back they fell,
they had no choice, edging away from the front ships
but once at the tents nearby they held their ground,
massing ranks, no scattering back through the camp...

Iliad, Book 15

And now,
when Hector reached the Scaean Gates and the great oak,
the wives and daughters of Troy came rushing up around him...
And soon
he came to Priam's palace, that magnificent structure
built wide with porches and collonades of polished stone.

{Hector:}
For in my heart and soul I also know this well:
the day will come when sacred Troy must die,
Priam must die and all his people with him...

Iliad, Book 6