Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
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Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.