Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in read more
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
