Thoughts on Various Subjects.
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 1.
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The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 200.
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 332.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,—