Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
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No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
