"The wrath of the son of Peleus,—O goddess of song, unfold! The deadly wrath of Achilles: To Greece the source of many…"

"Often does the memory of former times come, like the evening sun, on my soul."

"Go, view the settling sea: the stormy wind is laid. The billows still tremble on the deep. They seem to fear the blast."

"Daughter of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is pleasant! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars at…"

"Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky? The west has opened its gates; the bed of thy…"

"The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they vanish: my no…"

"They stood in silence, in their beauty: like two young trees of the plain, when the shower of spring is on their leav…"

"Sorrow, like a cloud on the sun, shades the soul of Clessammor."

"O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Tho…"

"Those who have doubted my veracity have paid a compliment to my genius."