Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
The son of Saturn gave
The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
Upon the Sovereign read more
The son of Saturn gave
The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head
Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount,
Olympus trembled.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
