Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
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.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
