Spear

"Rustum...hurl’d His spear: down from the shoulder, down it came, As on some partridge in the corn a hawk That long has tower’d in the airy clouds Drops like a plummet."

"The steel-spik’d spear Rent the tough plates, but fail’d to reach the skin."

"The anguish of the deep-fix’d spear grew fierce, And he desired to draw forth the steel, And let the blood flow free, and so to die."

"And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee."

"And the Spear was a Desert Physician who cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition with medicine bitter and strong."

"Dont want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears."

"Ill fling a spear myself and leave the rest to Zeus."

"The son of Enops, Thestor next he smote. He in his chariot with his body bent Sat cow’ring low, a fear-distracted form, And from his palsied grasp the reins had fall’n. Then came Patroclus nigh, and through his cheek His teeth transpiercing, drew him by his lance Sheer o’er the chariot-front. As when a man On some projecting rock advanc’d, with line And splendid hook draws forth a sea-fish huge, So him wide-gaping from his seat he drew At his spear-point, then shook him to the ground Prone on his face, where gasping he expir’d."

"He...poised his far-shadowing spear and hurled it, and smote upon the shield of Aretus, that was well-balanced upon every side, and this stayed not the spear, but the bronze passed clean through, and into the lower belly he drave it through the belt. And as when a strong man with sharp axe in hand smiteth behind the horns of an ox of the steading and cutteth clean through the sinew, and the ox leapeth forward and falleth; even so Aretus leapt forward and fell upon his back, and the spear, exceeding sharp, fixed quivering in his entrails loosed his limbs."

"Fierce as they seem, some bold Plebeian spear May pierce their shield, or stop their full career."

"And nigh to him came Achilles, the peer of Enyalius, warrior of the waving helm, brandishing over his right shoulder the Pelian ash, his terrible spear."

"Ἐν δορὶ μὲν μοι μᾶζα μεμαγμένη, ἐν δορὶ δ᾽ οἶνος Ἰσμαρικός, πίνω δ᾽ ἐν δορὶ κεκλιμένος."