Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
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.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
