Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
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.
Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.
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.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
