Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I read more
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.
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.
