Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
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.
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.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
