O thou, whose certain eye foresees The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.

The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 627.
Line 732.

Forget the brother, and resume the man.

Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.

The people's parent, he protected all.

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Line 921.

The big round tear stands trembling in her eye. Line 936.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

Line 1092.

Book v. Line 572.

The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground.

Line 596.

Book vi. Line 22.

A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.
Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales,
And the good suffers while the bad prevails.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest;
In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest.

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Book vii. Line 67.

Oh, pity human woe! 'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe. Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast.

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Line 210.

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!

In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!

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Line 379.

And every eye

Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky. Book viii. Line 17.

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.

Line 192.

And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky.1

The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 366.

Behold on wrong

Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!

A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.

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Line 432.

Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,
A theme of future song!
Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.

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Book ix. Line 20.

Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.

Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
Respect us human, and relieve us poor.
Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails!

Our fruitless labours mourn,

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Line 318.

Book x. Line 29.

And only rich in barren fame return.
No more was seen the human form divine.2

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Line 278.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

Line 308.

Let him, oraculous, the end, the way,
The turns of all thy future fate display.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts.

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Book xi. Line 48.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

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Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.3

The first in glory, as the first in place.

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Line 441.

1 See page 337.

2 Human face divine. - MILTON: Paradise Lost, book iii. line 44.

3 Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble,

and from Ossa hurled Pelion. - OVID: Metamorphoses i.

Soft as some song divine thy story flows.

The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 458.

Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.1
What mighty woes

To thy imperial race from woman rose !
But sure the eye of time beholds no name
So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone.
There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
Gloomy as night he stands.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.2

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Book xii. Line 31.

He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear
His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear.

His native home deep imag'd in his soul.

Line 538.

Book xiii. Line 1.

And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind,
The last and hardest conquest of the mind.

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Line 353.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise! Line 375.

It never was our guise

To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

of men.

Book xiv. Line 65.

Line 246.

Line 410.

The sex is ever to a soldier kind.
Far from gay cities and the ways
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.

Line 520.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme,
And both the golden mean alike condemn. Book xv. Line 79.

1 See Otway, page 280.

2 See Shakespeare, page 79.

True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,-
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.1
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 83.

For too much rest itself becomes a pain.

Line 429.

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

Line 433.

And taste

The melancholy joy of evils past :

For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

For love deceives the best of womankind.
And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

Whatever day

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Book xvi. Line 448.

Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

Book xvii. Line 392.

Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise
Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.2

Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow,

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Book xviii. Line 26.

Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe.
A winy vapour melting in a tear.

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Book xix. Line 143.

But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

The fool of fate, - thy manufacture, man.

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Book xx. Line 254.

Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.

1 See page 328.

Line 461.

2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. - Hebrews xiii. 2.

Dogs, ye have had your day!

The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 41.

For dear to gods and men is sacred song.

Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.

So ends the bloody business of the day.

And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell,
In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.

The ruins of himself! now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay.

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Book xxiv. Line 19.

And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.

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Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never

1 Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. x. page 184).

2 On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed,

"This is the Jew

That Shakespeare drew!”

It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne. - Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469.