Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
