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"Can living eyes behold the realms below? What bark to waft me, and what wind to blow?"
"And not a man appears to tell their fate."
"No more was seen the human form divine."
"Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return."
"Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails!"
"Respect us human, and relieve us poor."
"Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice!"
"Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores."
"Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame."
"Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,β A theme of future song!"
"If yet not lost to all the sense of shame."
"Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind."
"Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise."
"He held his seat,βa friend to human race. Fast by the road, his ever-open door Obliged the wealthy, and relieved the poor."
"Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind."
"Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,β Such men as live in these degenerate days."
"A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault."
"With all its beauteous honours on its head."
"Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!"
"The first in banquets, but the last in fight."
"First in the fight and every graceful deed."
"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."
"Plough the watery deep."
"Ajax the great⦠Himself a host."
"She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen."
"Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice β A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice."
"Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand, The moving squadrons blacken all the strand."
"Ye gods, what dastards would our host command? Swept to the war, the lumber of a land."
"And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies."
"Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,β The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god."
"Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd."
"Thou dog in forehead, but in heart a deer!"
"The distant Trojans never injur'd me."
"Bold is the task, when subjects, grown too wise, Instruct a monarch where his error lies."
"The wrath of Peleus' son, the direful spring Of all the Grecian woes, O goddess sing!"
"The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame."
"Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know."
"He serves me most, who serves his country best."
"Content to follow when we lead the way."
"To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe."
"A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests, and our passions, be; My friend must hate the man that injures me."
"Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind."
"Short is my date, but deathless my renown."
"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."
"Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell."
"As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies."
"As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain, β So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, depress'd Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast."
"Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn."
"I war not with the dead."
"Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend."