Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.

Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

The first in glory, as the first in place.

The first in glory, as the first in place.

Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
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Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.

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!