John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
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| Soft as some song divine thy story flows. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 458. |
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| Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend. 1 |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 531. |
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| What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose! |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 541. |
| 3776 |
| But sure the eye of time beholds no name So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 591. |
| 3777 |
| And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 722. |
| 3778 |
| Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 736. |
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| There in the bright assemblies of the skies. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 745. |
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| Gloomy as night he stands. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 749. |
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| All, soon or late, are doom’d that path to tread. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 31. |
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| And what so tedious as a twice-told tale. 2 |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 538. |
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| He ceas’d; but left so pleasing on their ear His voice, that list’ning still they seem’d to hear. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 1. |
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| His native home deep imag’d in his soul. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 38. |
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| And bear unmov’d the wrongs of base mankind, The last and hardest conquest of the mind. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 353. |
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| How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise! |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 375. |
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| It never was our guise To slight the poor, or aught humane despise. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 65. |
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| The sex is ever to a soldier kind. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 246. |
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| Far from gay cities and the ways of men. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 410. |
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| And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 520. |
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| Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, And both the golden mean alike condemn. |
| The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 79. |
| Note 1. See Otway, Quotation 4. [back] |
| Note 2. See Shakespeare, King John, Quotation 17. [back] |