Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 364
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 364
Related:
- Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer,... - He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line... - He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line... - I war not with the dead.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line... - Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line... - Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.
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Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer,... - Andromache! my soul's far better part.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line... - Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer,... - In death a hero, as in life a friend!
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Iliad of Homer, Book xvii, Line...
