John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
| 3703 |
| A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth’s degenerate sons could raise. 1 |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 337. |
| 3704 |
| The bitter dregs of fortune’s cup to drain. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 85. |
| 3705 |
| Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 100. |
| 3706 |
| This, this is misery! the last, the worst That man can feel. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 106. |
| 3707 |
| No season now for calm familiar talk. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 169. |
| 3708 |
| Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 271. |
| 3709 |
| Achilles absent was Achilles still. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 418. |
| 3710 |
| Forever honour’d, and forever mourn’d. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 422. |
| 3711 |
| Unwept, unhonour’d, uninterr’d he lies! 2 |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 484. |
| 3712 |
| Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 526. |
| 3713 |
| Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 543. |
| 3714 |
| ’T is true, ’t is certain; man though dead retains Part of himself: the immortal mind remains. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 122. |
| 3715 |
| Base wealth preferring to eternal praise. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 368. |
| 3716 |
| It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, 3 And to be swift is less than to be wise. ’T is more by art than force of num’rous strokes. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 383. |
| 3717 |
| A green old age, 4 unconscious of decays, That proves the hero born in better days. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 929. |
| Note 1. See Quotation 272. [back] |
| Note 2. Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.—Sir Walter Scott: Lay of the Last Minstrel. Unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.—Lord Byron: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 179. [back] |
| Note 3. See Middleton, Quotation 8. [back] |
| Note 4. See Dryden, Quotation 92. [back] |