Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

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.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.

Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every read more

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every land,
And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers
Do afterwards redress.