The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 143.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;

And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 364.

I war not with the dead.

The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 485.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,

Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 1.

As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,