Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
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.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
