Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.

It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.

The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more

The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.