Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
