Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
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Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud
Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud:
Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears;
And instant death on every wave appears.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
Content to follow when we lead the way.
Content to follow when we lead the way.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
