Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
He is a fool
Who only sees the mischiefs that are past.
He is a fool
Who only sees the mischiefs that are past.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
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Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud
Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud:
Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears;
And instant death on every wave appears.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
