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.
But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every read more
But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every land,
And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers
Do afterwards redress.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
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.
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.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
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.
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.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
