Will mark brainliest try writing a poem in pentameter about a major theme emerging in the iliad. possible options: loyalty, pride, competition, friendship, forgiveness, stubbornness, or warfare. you can use enjambment to your meter work. also, make sure every ten lines rhyme. your poem should also be twenty-six lines long. here’s a hint- it is much easier to write your meaning, then write your end rhyme, then make sure your syllables work into ten syllables. a rhyming dictionary (there are many online) may also be extremely .

A whole great a  city is in imminent danger,

an enemy has come to too strong to fight.

The walls cannot contain the powerful anger

A sovereingn claims his love from  far wide.

The lands and seas he´s crossed to recover

are left with with marks with anger and pain.

The most beautiful , precious treasure of a lady

has chosen the love of a young handsome prince.

His fortress protects her and welcome her beauty

his men fear not the power of revenge,

they prepare for war defending their place.

The young are well armed and have strong desires

To show their  hospitality but also their pride.

They have the best city king and their Paris,

romantic and spoilt  yet the town understands.

A woman is no object, no trophy  means no price

The urge to defend her defends every one

Troy stands strong, almighty, well built

Cannot think of a war, assault  or ill will.

Hektor, a hero , good father ,a man

not able to let the whole incident die

confronts with Achyless to find his own end

Forshadows the end of the city in pain.

Love has altered peace,calmness and ease

The winds of war to defend love are mean

The Horse is a malady and breaks so severe.

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.

i am also pretty sure it is c