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• Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 458...
• Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 531...
• The long historian of my country's woes.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 142...
• Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed The woes of ma
  Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,-- A theme of future song!...
• 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...
• 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...