Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
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.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
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.
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.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
