Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.
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.
