Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
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,
Utters another.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
