Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

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.

Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and read more

Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and Gods.

And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.

And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.

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.