Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
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.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
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.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
