Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
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?
