Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise
Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 576
Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 576
Related:
- Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line... - There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line... - Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer... - In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer... - The fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Odyssey of Homer, Book xx, Line... - And every eye
Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer... - Let him, oraculous, the end, the way,
The turns of all thy future fate display.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer... - Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer... - What mighty woes
To thy imperial race from woman rose!
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer...
