Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
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.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
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Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
