Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
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Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud
Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud:
Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears;
And instant death on every wave appears.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.

This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.