Quotes
Quotes - Pope
To hide their ignominious heads in Troy.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
And for our country 't is a bliss to die.
Like strength is felt from hope and from despair.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.
Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train,
Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain!
I live an idle burden to the ground.
Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,--
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before.
The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair.
'T is fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Our business in the field of fight
Is not to question, but to prove our might.
A mass enormous! which in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst
That man can feel.
No season now for calm familiar talk.
Jove lifts the golden balances that show
The fates of mortal men, and things below.
Achilles absent was Achilles still.
Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.
