Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

The Dying Christian to his Sout

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!

O grave! where is thy victory?

O death! where is thy sting?

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade ? 1

Ibid.

To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1

Line 9.

Is there no bright reversion in the sky
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Line 14

So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.2

Line 45.

How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not,
To whom related, or by whom begot;

A heap of dust alone remains of thee:

'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be! Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.

Line 71.

Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford. Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.

Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.

The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.
While Cato gives his little senate laws,
What bosom beats not in his country's cause?

Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole
Can never be a mouse of any soul.1

The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298.

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home."
For he lives twice who can at once employ
The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.

Line 369.

Epigram.

Imitation of Martial.

Who dared to love their country, and be poor.

On his Grotto at Twickenham.

Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.1 Thoughts on Various Subjects.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!

Ibid.

The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 1.

1 See Chaucer, page 4. Herbert, page 206.

2 His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.

COWPER: Conversation, line 303.

8 Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est

Vivere bis vita posse priore frui

(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice). MARTIAL, ≈. 237.

See Cowley, page 262.

4 From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376; originally printed in Motte's "Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736 Pope says, "I must own that the prose part (the Thought on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734.”

The distant Trojans never injur'd me.

Line 332.

The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 200. Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd. Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.1 Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand.

Line 684.

Line 771.

Book ii. Line 970.

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.

Book iii. Line 199.

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
Ajax the great...

Himself a host.

Plough the watery deep.

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.

Line 208,

Line 293

Line 357.

Book ir. Line 196.

Line 295.

Line 401.

Line 451.

Line 557.

First in the fight and every graceful deed.
The first in banquets, but the last in fight.
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
With all its beauteous honours on its head.
A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,
Such men as live in these degenerate days.2

Book v. Line 16.

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Line 371

1 The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book viii.

line 366.

2 A mass enormous! which in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.

Book xx. line 337

Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.
The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 999.
He held his seat, - a friend to human race.

Book vi. Line 18.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, -
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;1
Another race the following spring supplies:
They fall successive, and successive rise.

Line 181

Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.

Line 330

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

Line 350.

'Tis man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.

Line 427.

The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.

Line 467.

Yet while my Hector still survives, I see
My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.
Andromache! my soul's far better part.
He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.

Line 544.

Line 624.

Book vii. Line 143.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
I war not with the dead.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,
Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

Line 364.

Line 485.

Book viii. Line 1

As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,
Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain, —
So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest
Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell."

Line 371.

Book ix. Line 412.

1 As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow.Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18.

2 The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book xiv. line 181.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:
Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,

Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
Can bribe the poor possession of a day.

The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 524.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

Line 535.

Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd,
Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

To labour is the lot of man below;

And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

Line 628.

Line 725.

Content to follow when we lead the way.

Book x. Line 78.

Line 141.

He serves me most who serves his country best.1 Line 201.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame.

Line 293.

Book xi. Line 394,

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

Book xii. Line 283

The life which others pay let us bestow,
And give to fame what we to nature owe.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

Line 393.

Book xiii. Line 106.
Line 795.

The best of things beyond their measure cloy.
To hide their ignominious heads in Troy.

Book xiv. Line 170.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.

Line 251.

1 He serves his party best who serves the country best. - RUTHERFORD B. HAYES: Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877.