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• And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 557...
• The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iv, Line 936...
• Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 106...
• Respect us human, and relieve us poor.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 318...
• Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 315...
• Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 20...
• Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 367...
• Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 535...
• And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 722...