Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
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.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in read more
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
