Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Achilles absent, was Achilles still.
Achilles absent, was Achilles still.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
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.
