Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) by William Shakespeare, Homer Page B
Authors: William Shakespeare, Homer
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Hermes, and of Pallas azure-eyed. So saying, he penetrated deep againThe abode of Pluto; but I still unmovedThere stood expecting, curious, other shadesTo see of Heroes in old time deceased.And now, more ancient worthies still, and whomI wish’d, I had beheld, Pirithoüs 770 And Theseus, glorious progeny of Gods,But nations, first, numberless of the deadCame shrieking hideous; me pale horror seized,Lest awful Proserpine should thither sendThe Gorgon-head from Ades, sight abhorr’d!I, therefore, hasting to the vessel, badeMy crew embark, and cast the hawsers loose.They, quick embarking, on the benches sat.Down the Oceanus the current boreMy galley, winning, at the first, her way 780 With oars, then, wafted by propitious gales.
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Key Passages from ‘The Odyssey’
Book II
Few match their fathers. Any tongue can tell
The more are worse: yea, almost none their sires excel.
Book II, lines 276–7 (Worsley).
Book III
Telemachus, thine own mind will conceive
Somewhat, and other will a god suggest.
Book III, lines 26–7 (Worsley).
Book IV
Nor can I not bewail one fall’n in death severe.
’Tis the sole boon to wretched mortals given,
The lock to sever and the tear to shed.
Book IV, line 195 (Worsley).
Book VI
Since nought is lovelier on the earth than this,
When in the house one-minded to the last
Dwell man and wife — a pain to foes, I wis,
And joy to friends — but most themselves know their own bliss.
Book VI, lines 182–5 (Worsley).
Zeus both to good and evil doth divide
Wealth as he listeth.
Book VI, line 188 (Worsley).
The best thing in the world
being a strong house held in serenity
where man and wife agree.
Book VI, lines 182–4 (translated by Robert Fitzgerald).
Book VII
Nothing more shameless is than Appetite,
Who still, whatever anguish load our breast,
Makes us remember in our own despite
Both food and drink.
Book VII, lines 216–8 (Worsley).
Book VIII
Not all fair gifts to all doth God divide,
Eloquence, beauty, and a noble heart.
Book VIII, lines 167–8 (Worsley).
Variant: We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.
Now mark how evil-workers thrive not well.
The swift is overtaken of the slow.
Ares, the fleetest that on high doth dwell,
Is by Hephaestus, who doth limping go,
Caught with shrewd cunning, and doth forfeit owe.
Book VIII, lines 329–331 (Worsley).
A rogue’s word was ever found
Poor voucher.
Book VIII, line 351 (Worsley).
Book IX
More than all pleasures that were ever made
Parents and fatherland our life still bless.
Though we rich home in a strange land possess,
Still the old memories about us cling.
Book IX, lines 34–6 (Worsley).
Book X
The fleeting shadows of the dead.
Book X, line 521 (translated by G. A. Schomberg).
Book XI
His cold remains all naked to the sky,
On distant shores unwept, unburied lie.
Book XI, lines 72–3 (Pope).
No more are women to be trusted now.
Book XI, line 456 (Worsley).
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.
Book XI, lines 489–492 (Pope).
The enormous weight
Back to the nether plain rolled tumbling down.
Book XI, line 598 (Worsley).
Book XII
Friends, we are not in dangers all unlearned.
Book XII, line 209 (Worsley).
Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
Book XII, line 343; translation cited in T. B. Harbottle, Dictionary of Quotations (1897), .
I’d sooner die outright, beneath the waves o’erwhelmed,
Than on this desert island slowly
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
Key Passages from ‘The Odyssey’
Book II
Few match their fathers. Any tongue can tell
The more are worse: yea, almost none their sires excel.
Book II, lines 276–7 (Worsley).
Book III
Telemachus, thine own mind will conceive
Somewhat, and other will a god suggest.
Book III, lines 26–7 (Worsley).
Book IV
Nor can I not bewail one fall’n in death severe.
’Tis the sole boon to wretched mortals given,
The lock to sever and the tear to shed.
Book IV, line 195 (Worsley).
Book VI
Since nought is lovelier on the earth than this,
When in the house one-minded to the last
Dwell man and wife — a pain to foes, I wis,
And joy to friends — but most themselves know their own bliss.
Book VI, lines 182–5 (Worsley).
Zeus both to good and evil doth divide
Wealth as he listeth.
Book VI, line 188 (Worsley).
The best thing in the world
being a strong house held in serenity
where man and wife agree.
Book VI, lines 182–4 (translated by Robert Fitzgerald).
Book VII
Nothing more shameless is than Appetite,
Who still, whatever anguish load our breast,
Makes us remember in our own despite
Both food and drink.
Book VII, lines 216–8 (Worsley).
Book VIII
Not all fair gifts to all doth God divide,
Eloquence, beauty, and a noble heart.
Book VIII, lines 167–8 (Worsley).
Variant: We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.
Now mark how evil-workers thrive not well.
The swift is overtaken of the slow.
Ares, the fleetest that on high doth dwell,
Is by Hephaestus, who doth limping go,
Caught with shrewd cunning, and doth forfeit owe.
Book VIII, lines 329–331 (Worsley).
A rogue’s word was ever found
Poor voucher.
Book VIII, line 351 (Worsley).
Book IX
More than all pleasures that were ever made
Parents and fatherland our life still bless.
Though we rich home in a strange land possess,
Still the old memories about us cling.
Book IX, lines 34–6 (Worsley).
Book X
The fleeting shadows of the dead.
Book X, line 521 (translated by G. A. Schomberg).
Book XI
His cold remains all naked to the sky,
On distant shores unwept, unburied lie.
Book XI, lines 72–3 (Pope).
No more are women to be trusted now.
Book XI, line 456 (Worsley).
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.
Book XI, lines 489–492 (Pope).
The enormous weight
Back to the nether plain rolled tumbling down.
Book XI, line 598 (Worsley).
Book XII
Friends, we are not in dangers all unlearned.
Book XII, line 209 (Worsley).
Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
Book XII, line 343; translation cited in T. B. Harbottle, Dictionary of Quotations (1897), .
I’d sooner die outright, beneath the waves o’erwhelmed,
Than on this desert island slowly
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