Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
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.
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.
