Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
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?
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
