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• What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 541...
• Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 458...
• But sure the eye of time beholds no name So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 591...
• Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 387...
• Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 153...
• And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 722...
• Gloomy as night he stands.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 749...
• The first in glory, as the first in place.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 441...
• There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 745...