Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
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.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
