Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.

And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.

Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.

Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.