John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
| 3688 |
| Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 157. |
| 3689 |
| And for our country ’t is a bliss to die. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 583. |
| 3690 |
| Like strength is felt from hope and from despair. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 852. |
| 3691 |
| Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir’d. 1 |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xvi. Line 267. |
| 3692 |
| Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 730. |
| 3693 |
| The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 756. |
| 3694 |
| In death a hero, as in life a friend! |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 758. |
| 3695 |
| Patroclus, lov’d of all my martial train, Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain! |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 103. |
| 3696 |
| I live an idle burden to the ground. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 134. |
| 3697 |
| Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 303. |
| 3698 |
| Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,— For thee, that ever felt another’s woe! |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 319. |
| 3699 |
| Where’er he mov’d, the goddess shone before. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 127. |
| 3700 |
| The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair. 2 |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 278. |
| 3701 |
| ’T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 290. |
| 3702 |
| Our business in the field of fight Is not to question, but to prove our might. |
| The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 304. |
| Note 1. A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.—Diogenes Laertius: On Aristotle. Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one. Von Münch Bellinghausen: Ingomar the Barbarian, act ii. [back] |
| Note 2. Divinely fair.—Alfred Tennyson: A Dream of Fair Women, xxii. [back] |