Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
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.
