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.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
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A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
