Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
