Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.

He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
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Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.

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.