Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the read more
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the king.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
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.
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.
