The Odyssey of Homer (Alexander Pope)
The Odyssey of Homer was a poetic interpretation of the original Homeric poem undertaken by Alexander Pope, published in 1725. It followed Pope's successful publication of The Iliad of Homer, which was published serially from 1715 to 1720.
- 1 The Odyssey of Homer (poetic interpretation, 1725)
- 2 Misattributed
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The Odyssey of Homer (poetic interpretation, 1725)Edit
- Note: Elijah Fenton translated Books I, IV, XIX and XX; William Broome translated Books II, VI, VIII, XI, XII, XVI, XVIII and XXIII; Alexander Pope revised and corrected these, and translated the remaining books.
- The man for wisdom's various arts renown'd
Long exercised in woes, O Muse! resound.
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- Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
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- And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
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- Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
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- For never, never, wicked man was wise.
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- Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies.
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- The lot of man,—to suffer and to die.
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- A faultless body and a blameless mind.
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- The long historian of my country's woes.
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- Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above
With ease can save each object of his love;
Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
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- When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.
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- These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
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- Mirror of constant faith, rever'd and mourn'd!
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- There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love:
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
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- The glory of a firm, capacious mind.
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- Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
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- The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
Is in the common mass of matter lost.
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- O thou, whose certain eye foresees
The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.
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- Forget the brother, and resume the man.
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- Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.
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- The people's parent, he protected all.
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- The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
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- The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
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- Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
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- The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground.
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- A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.
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- Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales,
And the good suffers while the bad prevails.
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- By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
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- A decent boldness ever meets with friends,
Succeeds, and even a stranger recommends.
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- To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest;
In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest.
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- Oh, pity human woe!
'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe.
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- Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast.
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- For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
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- In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!
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- And every eye
Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.
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- Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
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- And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky.
- Behold on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
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- A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
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- Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,—
A theme of future song!
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- Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
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- Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
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- Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
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- Respect us human, and relieve us poor.
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- Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails!
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- Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
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- No more was seen the human form divine.
- And not a man appears to tell their fate.
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- Can living eyes behold the realms below?
What bark to waft me, and what wind to blow?
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- Let him, oraculous, the end, the way,
The turns of all thy future fate display.
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- Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
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- Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
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- His cold remains all naked to the sky
On distant shores unwept, unburied lie.
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- Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
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- Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.
- Line 387. Compare: "Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion", Ovid, Metamorphoses i.
- The first in glory, as the first in place.
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- Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
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- Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.
- Line 531. Compare: "What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was ’t betrayed the Capitol?—A woman! Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman! Who was the cause of a long ten years’ war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!", Thomas Otway, The Orphan, Act iii, Scene 1.
- What mighty woes
To thy imperial race from woman rose!
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- But sure the eye of time beholds no name
So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
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- Rather I'd choose laboriously to bear
A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air,
A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread,
Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.
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- And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
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- Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone.
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- There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
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- Gloomy as night he stands.
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- All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
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- And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
- Better to rush at once to shades below,
Than linger life away, and nourish woe!
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- He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear
His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear.
- His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
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- And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind,
The last and hardest conquest of the mind.
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- How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
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- It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
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- The sex is ever to a soldier kind.
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- Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
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- And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
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- Who love too much, hate in the like extreme,
And both the golden mean alike condemn.
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- True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
- Line 83. Compare: "For I, who hold sage Homer’s rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest", Pope, Imitations of Horace, Satire II, Book II, line 159.
- For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
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- Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
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- And taste
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
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- For love deceives the best of womankind.
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- And would'st thou evil for his good repay?
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- Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
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- In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
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- Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise
Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.
- Line 576. Compare: "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares", Hebrews 13:2.
- Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
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- Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe.
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- A winy vapour melting in a tear.
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- But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
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- The fool of fate,—thy manufacture, man.
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- Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.
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- Dogs, ye have had your day!
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- For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
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- So ends the bloody business of the day.
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- And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell,
In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
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- The ruins of himself! now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay.
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- And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
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