Maxioms by 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.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
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.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
