Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
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.
