John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Page 337
Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
3642 |
The distant Trojans never injur’d me. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 200. |
3643 |
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill’d. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 332. |
3644 |
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,— The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 684. |
3645 |
And unextinguish’d laughter shakes the skies. 1 |
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 771. |
3646 |
Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book ii. Line 970. |
3647 |
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,— A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 199. |
3648 |
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 208. |
3649 |
Ajax the great… Himself a host. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 293. |
3650 |
Plough the watery deep. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 357. |
3651 |
The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy’s proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam’s powers and Priam’s self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 196. |
3652 |
First in the fight and every graceful deed. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 295. |
3653 |
The first in banquets, but the last in fight. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 401. |
3654 |
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire! |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 451. |
3655 |
With all its beauteous honours on its head. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 557. |
3656 |
A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault. |
The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 16. |
3657 |
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,— Such men as live in these degenerate days. 2 |
The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 371. |
Note 1. The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book viii. line 366. [back] |
Note 2. A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth’s degenerate sons could raise. Book xx. line 337. [back] |