Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

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.

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and read more

Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and Gods.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.