I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!

What so tedious as a twice-told tale?

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.

All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.