Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

He held his seat; a friend to human race.

He held his seat; a friend to human race.

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.

He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
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Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
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