Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
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No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
