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Quotes from The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets — George Chapman

d. 1634 England

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As far as white Aurora's dews are sprinkled through the air.

The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)

Swift men of foot, whose broad-set backs their trailing hair did hide.

The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)

The lady of the light, the rosy-fingered Morn,
Rose from the hills.

The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)

All fell upon the high-hair’d oaks, and down their curled brows
Fell bustling to the earth; and up went all the boles and boughs.

The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)

What man can blame
The Greekes and Trojans to endure, for so admired a Dame,
So many miseries, and so long? In her sweet countenance shine
Lookes like the Godesses.

The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)

Mourne not inevitable things; thy teares can spring no deeds
To helpe thee, nor recall thy sonne: impacience ever breeds
Ill upon ill, makes worst things worse.

The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)

As when about the silver moon, when air is free from wind,
And stars shine clear; to whose sweet beams, high prospects, and the brows
Of all steep hills and pinnacles, thrust up themselves for shows;
And even the lowly valleys joy, to glitter in their sight,
When the unmeasured firmament bursts to disclose her light,
And all the signs in heaven are seen that glad the shepherd's heart.

The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)

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