All 38 Uses of
pensive
in
The Odyssey by Homer - (translated by: Pope)
- Here paused the god; and pensive thus replies Minerva, graceful with her azure eyes: "O thou! from whom the whole creation springs, The source of power on earth derived to kings!†
Book 1
- There, wrapped in silent shade, Pensive, the rules the goddess gave he weigh'd; Stretch'd on the downy fleece, no rest he knows, And in his raptured soul the vision glows.†
Book 1 *
- Whether he wanders on some friendly coast, Or glides in Stygian gloom a pensive ghost, No fame reveals; but, doubtful of his doom, His good old sire with sorrow to the tomb Declines his trembling steps; untimely care Withers the blooming vigour of his heir; And the chaste partner of his bed and throne Wastes all her widow'd hours in tender moan."†
Book 4
- Fearless herself, yet trembles for her young While pensive in the silent slumberous shade, Sleep's gentle powers her drooping eyes invade; Minerva, life-like, on embodied air Impress'd the form of Iphthima the fair; (Icarius' daughter she, whose blooming charms Allured Eumelus to her virgin arms; A sceptred lord, who o'er the fruitful plain Of Thessaly wide stretched his ample reign:) As Pallas will'd, along the sable skies, To calm the queen, the phantom sister flies.†
Book 4
- To whom the queen (whilst yet in pensive mind Was in the silent gates of sleep confined): "O sister to my soul forever dear, Why this first visit to reprove my fear?†
Book 4
- Thus having said, he cut the cleaving sky, And in a moment vanished from her eye, The nymph, obedient to divine command, To seek Ulysses, paced along the sand, Him pensive on the lonely beach she found, With streaming eyes in briny torrents drown'd, And inly pining for his native shore; For now the soft enchantress pleased no more; For now, reluctant, and constrained by charms, Absent he lay in her desiring arms, In slumber wore the heavy night away, On rocks and shores consumed the…†
Book 5
- …virgin guides the embroider'd rein, Slow rolls the car before the attending train, Now whirling down the heavens, the golden day Shot through the western clouds a dewy ray; The grove they reach, where, from the sacred shade, To Pallas thus the pensive hero pray'd: "Daughter of Jove! whose arms in thunder wield The avenging bolt, and shake the dreadful shield; Forsook by thee, in vain I sought thy aid When booming billows closed above my bead; Attend, unconquer'd maid! accord my vows,…†
Book 6
- Transported with the song, the listening train Again with loud applause demand the strain; Again Ulysses veil'd his pensive head.†
Book 8
- Now far the last, with pensive pace and slow Thou movest, as conscious of thy master's woe!†
Book 9
- With hasty strokes the hoarse-resounding deep; Blind to the future, pensive with our fears, Glad for the living, for the dead in tears.†
Book 9
- Then in the brazen helm the lots we throw, And fortune casts Eurylochus to go; He march'd with twice eleven in his train; Pensive they march, and pensive we remain.†
Book 10
- Then in the brazen helm the lots we throw, And fortune casts Eurylochus to go; He march'd with twice eleven in his train; Pensive they march, and pensive we remain.†
Book 10
- Eurylochus, with pensive steps and slow.†
Book 10
- "Struck at the word, my very heart was dead: Pensive I sate: my tears bedew'd the bed: To hate the light and life my soul begun, And saw that all was grief beneath the sun: Composed at length the gushing tears suppress'd, And my toss'd limbs now wearied into rest.†
Book 10
- "Now to the shores we bend, a mournful train, Climb the tall bark, and launch into the main; At once the mast we rear, at once unbind The spacious sheet, and stretch it to the wind; Then pale and pensive stand, with cares oppress'd, And solemn horror saddens every breast.†
Book 11
- When lo! appear'd along the dusky coasts, Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts: Fair, pensive youths, and soft enamour'd maids; And wither'd elders, pale and wrinkled shades; Ghastly with wounds the forms of warriors slain Stalk'd with majestic port, a martial train: These and a thousand more swarm'd o'er the ground, And all the dire assembly shriek'd around.†
Book 11
- " 'O son of woe,' the pensive shade rejoin'd; 'O most inured to grief of all mankind!†
Book 11
- Touch'd at the sight from tears I scarce refrain, And tender sorrow thrills in every vein; Pensive and sad I stand, at length accost With accents mild the inexorable ghost: 'Still burns thy rage? and can brave souls resent E'en after death?†
Book 11
- When, rising sad and slow, with pensive look, Thus to the melancholy train I spoke: " 'O friends, oh ever partners of my woes, Attend while I what Heaven foredooms disclose.†
Book 12
- Pensive and pale from grove to grove I stray'd, From the loud storms to find a sylvan shade; There o'er my hands the living wave I pour; And Heaven and Heaven's immortal thrones implore, To calm the roarings of the stormy main, And guide me peaceful to my realms again.†
Book 12
- And long-continued ways, and winding floods, And unknown mountains, crown'd with unknown woods Pensive and slow, with sudden grief oppress'd, The king arose, and beat his careful breast, Cast a long look o'er all the coast and main, And sought, around, his native realm in vain; Then with erected eyes stood fix'd in woe, And as he spoke, the tears began to flow.†
Book 13
- While pensive in this solitary den, Far from gay cities and the ways of men, I linger life; nor to the court repair, But when my constant queen commands my care; Or when, to taste her hospitable board, Some guest arrives, with rumours of her lord; And these indulge their want, and those their woe, And here the tears and there the goblets flow.†
Book 14
- Once was my sire, though now, for ever lost, In Stygian gloom he glides a pensive ghost!†
Book 15
- The mournful hour that tore his son away Sent the sad sire in solitude to stray; Yet busied with his slaves, to ease his woe, He dress'd the vine, and bade the garden blow, Nor food nor wine refused; but since the day That you to Pylos plough'd the watery way, Nor wine nor food he tastes; but, sunk in woes, Wild springs the vine, no more the garden blows, Shut from the walks of men, to pleasure lost, Pensive and pale he wanders half a ghost."†
Book 16
- Swift from above descends the royal fair (Her beauteous cheeks the blush of Venus wear, Chasten'd with coy Diana's pensive air); Hangs o'er her son, in his embraces dies; Rains kisses on his neck, his face, his eyes: Few words she spoke, though much she had to say; And scarce those few, for tears, could force their way.†
Book 17
- Full opposite, before the folding gate, The pensive mother sits in humble state; Lowly she sate, and with dejected view The fleecy threads her ivory fingers drew.†
Book 17
- He ceased; nor made the pensive queen reply, But droop'd her head, and drew a secret sigh.†
Book 17
- Let for a space the pensive queen attend, Nor claim my story till the sun descend; Then in such robes as suppliants may require, Composed and cheerful by the genial fire, When loud uproar and lawless riot cease, Shall her pleased ear receive my words in peace.†
Book 17
- While fix'd in thought the pensive hero sate, A mendicant approach'd the royal gate; A surly vagrant of the giant kind, The stain of manhood, of a coward mind: From feast to feast, insatiate to devour, He flew, attendant on the genial hour.†
Book 18
- Seek thou repose: whilst here I sole remain, To explore the conduct of the female train: The pensive queen, perchance, desires to know The series of my toils, to soothe her woe.†
Book 19
- Her cheeks the warmer blush of Venus wear, Chasten'd with coy Diana's pensive air.†
Book 19
- Adjusting to his limbs the tatter'd vest, His former seat received the stranger guest; Whom thus with pensive air the queen addressed: "Though night, dissolving grief in grateful ease, Your drooping eyes with soft impression seize; Awhile, reluctant to her pleasing force, Suspend the restful hour with sweet discourse.†
Book 19
- Fed near the limpid lake with golden grain, Amuse my pensive hours.†
Book 19
- Or, haply perish'd on some distant coast, In stygian gloom he glides, a pensive ghost!†
Book 20
- Nigh in her bright alcove, the pensive queen To see the circle sate, of all unseen.†
Book 20
- She moves majestic through the wealthy room, Where treasured garments cast a rich perfume; There from the column where aloft it hung, Reach'd in its splendid case, the bow unstrung; Across her knees she laid the well-known bow, And pensive sate, and tears began to flow.†
Book 21
- To full satiety of grief she mourns, Then silent to the joyous hall returns, To the proud suitors bears in pensive state The unbended bow, and arrows winged with fate.†
Book 21
- But all alone the hoary king he found; His habit course, but warmly wrapp'd around; His head, that bow'd with many a pensive care, Fenced with a double cap of goatskin hair: His buskins old, in former service torn, But swell repair'd; and gloves against the thorn.†
Book 24
Definition:
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(pensive) appearing deep in thought -- typically looking sad or serious