Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.

Light is the task when many share the toil.

Light is the task when many share the toil.

Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.

Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.

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?

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.