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used in The Iliad by Homer - (translated by: Pope)

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  • Thus (nought unsaid) the much-advising sage Concludes; then sat, stiff with unwieldy age.
    Book 23 (42% in)
  • Prophets, lawgivers, and sages have formed the character of other nations; it was reserved to a poet to form that of the Greeks.
    Introduction (87% in)
  • When lawgivers and sages appeared in Greece, the work of the poet had already been accomplished; and they paid homage to his superior genius.
    Introduction (87% in)
  • But let some prophet, or some sacred sage, Explore the cause of great Apollo's rage; Or learn the wasteful vengeance to remove By mystic dreams, for dreams descend from Jove.
    Book 1 (15% in)
  • He said, and sat: when Chalcas thus replied; Chalcas the wise, the Grecian priest and guide, That sacred seer, whose comprehensive view, The past, the present, and the future knew: Uprising slow, the venerable sage Thus spoke the prudence and the fears of age: "Beloved of Jove, Achilles! would'st thou know Why angry Phoebus bends his fatal bow?
    Book 1 (16% in)
  • To calm their passion with the words of age, Slow from his seat arose the Pylian sage, Experienced Nestor, in persuasion skill'd; Words, sweet as honey, from his lips distill'd:(58) Two generations now had pass'd away, Wise by his rules, and happy by his sway; Two ages o'er his native realm he reign'd, And now the example of the third remain'd.
    Book 1 (45% in)
  • Meantime Atrides launch'd with numerous oars A well-rigg'd ship for Chrysa's sacred shores: High on the deck was fair Chryseis placed, And sage Ulysses with the conduct graced: Safe in her sides the hecatomb they stow'd, Then swiftly sailing, cut the liquid road.
    Book 1 (54% in)
  • In Chrysa's port now sage Ulysses rode; Beneath the deck the destined victims stow'd: The sails they furl'd, they lash the mast aside, And dropp'd their anchors, and the pinnace tied.
    Book 1 (73% in)
  • Swift as the word the vain illusion fled, Descends, and hovers o'er Atrides' head; Clothed in the figure of the Pylian sage, Renown'd for wisdom, and revered for age: Around his temples spreads his golden wing, And thus the flattering dream deceives the king.
    Book 2 (5% in)
  • Thus spoke the sage: the kings without delay Dissolve the council, and their chief obey: The sceptred rulers lead; the following host, Pour'd forth by thousands, darkens all the coast.
    Book 2 (13% in)
  • O would the gods, in love to Greece, decree But ten such sages as they grant in thee; Such wisdom soon should Priam's force destroy, And soon should fall the haughty towers of Troy!
    Book 2 (44% in)
  • In ninety sail, from Pylos' sandy coast, Nestor the sage conducts his chosen host: From Amphigenia's ever-fruitful land, Where AEpy high, and little Pteleon stand; Where beauteous Arene her structures shows, And Thryon's walls Alpheus' streams inclose: And Dorion, famed for Thamyris' disgrace, Superior once of all the tuneful race, Till, vain of mortals' empty praise, he strove To match the seed of cloud-compelling Jove!
    Book 2 (69% in)
  • ...race: (Old Priam's chiefs, and most in Priam's grace,) The king the first; Thymoetes at his side; Lampus and Clytius, long in council tried; Panthus, and Hicetaon, once the strong; And next, the wisest of the reverend throng, Antenor grave, and sage Ucalegon, Lean'd on the walls and bask'd before the sun: Chiefs, who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer days, like grasshoppers rejoice, A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
    Book 3 (36% in)
  • With grief he heard, and bade the chiefs prepare To join his milk-white coursers to the car; He mounts the seat, Antenor at his side; The gentle steeds through Scaea's gates they guide:(120) Next from the car descending on the plain, Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train, Slow they proceed: the sage Ulysses then Arose, and with him rose the king of men.
    Book 3 (59% in)
  • But heaven its gifts not all at once bestows, These years with wisdom crowns, with action those: The field of combat fits the young and bold, The solemn council best becomes the old: To you the glorious conflict I resign, Let sage advice, the palm of age, be mine.
    Book 4 (61% in)
  • Sage as thou art, and learn'd in human kind, Forgive the transport of a martial mind.
    Book 4 (66% in)
  • And now had Greece eternal fame acquired, And frighted Troy within her walls, retired, Had not sage Helenus her state redress'd, Taught by the gods that moved his sacred breast.
    Book 6 (16% in)
  • At this agreed, the heavenly powers withdrew; Sage Helenus their secret counsels knew; Hector, inspired, he sought: to him address'd, Thus told the dictates of his sacred breast: "O son of Priam! let thy faithful ear Receive my words: thy friend and brother hear!
    Book 7 (13% in)
  • To whom the Pylian sage: "Lest thirst of glory your brave souls divide, What chief shall combat, let the gods decide.
    Book 7 (38% in)
  • And sage Idaeus on the part of Troy, Between the swords their peaceful sceptres rear'd; And first Idaeus' awful voice was heard: [Illustration: HECTOR AND AJAX SEPARATED BY THE HERALDS.
    Book 7 (59% in)
  • "(184) To whom great Ajax his high soul express'd: "O sage! to Hector be these words address'd.
    Book 7 (61% in)
  • (185) When now the rage of hunger was removed, Nestor, in each persuasive art approved, The sage whose counsels long had sway'd the rest, In words like these his prudent thought express'd: "How dear, O kings! this fatal day has cost, What Greeks are perish'd! what a people lost!
    Book 7 (68% in)
  • 'twas thus the sage his wholesome counsel moved; The sceptred kings of Greece his words approved.
    Book 7 (72% in)
  • Sage Priam check'd their grief: with silent haste The bodies decent on the piles were placed: With melting hearts the cold remains they burn'd, And, sadly slow, to sacred Troy return'd.
    Book 7 (88% in)
  • Oh turn and save from Hector's direful rage The glory of the Greeks, the Pylian sage."
    Book 8 (20% in)
  • Thus spoke the hoary sage: the rest obey; Swift through the gates the guards direct their way.
    Book 9 (15% in)
  • Let Phoenix lead, revered for hoary age, Great Ajax next, and Ithacus the sage.
    Book 9 (28% in)
  • The royal Peleus, when from Pthia's coast He sent thee early to the Achaian host; Thy youth as then in sage debates unskill'd, And new to perils of the direful field: He bade me teach thee all the ways of war, To shine in councils, and in camps to dare.
    Book 9 (69% in)
  • He ceased; then order'd for the sage's bed A warmer couch with numerous carpets spread.
    Book 9 (88% in)
  • A thousand cares his labouring breast revolves; To seek sage Nestor now the chief resolves, With him, in wholesome counsels, to debate What yet remains to save the afflicted state.
    Book 10 (7% in)
  • This said, each parted to his several cares: The king to Nestor's sable ship repairs; The sage protector of the Greeks he found Stretch'd in his bed with all his arms around The various-colour'd scarf, the shield he rears, The shining helmet, and the pointed spears; The dreadful weapons of the warrior's rage, That, old in arms, disdain'd the peace of age.
    Book 10 (15% in)
  • (the Pylian sage replied) Wise as thou art, be now thy wisdom tried: Whatever means of safety can be sought, Whatever counsels can inspire our thought, Whatever methods, or to fly or fight; All, all depend on this important night!
    Book 10 (26% in)
  • It fits thee not, before these chiefs of fame, (Replied the sage,) to praise me, or to blame: Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
    Book 10 (45% in)
  • "Father! not so, (sage Ithacus rejoin'd,) The gifts of heaven are of a nobler kind.
    Book 10 (96% in)
  • The great Iphidamas, the bold and young, From sage Antenor and Theano sprung; Whom from his youth his grandsire Cisseus bred, And nursed in Thrace where snowy flocks are fed.
    Book 11 (32% in)
  • "Can then the sons of Greece (the sage rejoin'd) Excite compassion in Achilles' mind?
    Book 11 (82% in)
  • But, thou, Patroclus! act a friendly part, Lead to my ships, and draw this deadly dart; With lukewarm water wash the gore away; With healing balms the raging smart allay, Such as sage Chiron, sire of pharmacy, Once taught Achilles, and Achilles thee.
    Book 11 (98% in)
  • Now had the Greeks eternal fame acquired, And the gall'd Ilians to their walls retired; But sage Polydamas, discreetly brave, Address'd great Hector, and this counsel gave: "Though great in all, thou seem'st averse to lend Impartial audience to a faithful friend; To gods and men thy matchless worth is known, And every art of glorious war thy own; But in cool thought and counsel to excel, How widely differs this from warring well!
    Book 13 (86% in)
  • While wavering counsels thus his mind engage, Fluctuates in doubtful thought the Pylian sage, To join the host, or to the general haste; Debating long, he fixes on the last: Yet, as he moves, the sight his bosom warms, The field rings dreadful with the clang of arms, The gleaming falchions flash, the javelins fly; Blows echo blows, and all or kill or die.
    Book 14 (9% in)
  • The sage Ulysses thus replied, While anger flash'd from his disdainful eyes: "What shameful words (unkingly as thou art) Fall from that trembling tongue and timorous heart?
    Book 14 (18% in)
  • Thus prayed the sage: the eternal gave consent, And peals of thunder shook the firmament.
    Book 15 (49% in)
  • Now manly shame forbids the inglorious flight; Now fear itself confines them to the fight: Man courage breathes in man; but Nestor most (The sage preserver of the Grecian host) Exhorts, adjures, to guard these utmost shores; And by their parents, by themselves implores.
    Book 15 (87% in)
  • He spoke, and round him breathed heroic fires; Minerva seconds what the sage inspires.
    Book 15 (89% in)
  • He spoke, and from the warriors turn'd his face: Yet still the brother-kings of Atreus' race, Nestor, Idomeneus, Ulysses sage, And Phoenix, strive to calm his grief and rage: His rage they calm not, nor his grief control; He groans, he raves, he sorrows from his soul.
    Book 19 (71% in)
  • Then wept the sage: He strikes his reverend head, now white with age; He lifts his wither'd arms; obtests the skies; He calls his much-loved son with feeble cries: The son, resolved Achilles' force to dare, Full at the Scaean gates expects the war; While the sad father on the rampart stands, And thus adjures him with extended hands: "Ah stay not, stay not! guardless and alone; Hector! my loved, my dearest, bravest son!
    Book 22 (10% in)
  • Now shed Aurora round her saffron ray, Sprang through the gates of light, and gave the day: Charged with the mournful load, to Ilion go The sage and king, majestically slow.
    Book 24 (86% in)

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