The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke. To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,Īnd palmeres for to seken straunge strondes, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,Īnd dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,Īnd poppy or charms can make us sleep as wellĪnd better than thy stroke why swell’st thou then?Īnd death shall be no more Death, thou shalt die. ![]() Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery. Much pleasure then from thee much more must flow,Īnd soonest our best men with thee do go, Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so įor those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowĭie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.įrom rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, One, two! One, two! And through and throughĭeath, be not proud, though some have called thee The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! That caused the Akhaians loss on bitter lossĪnd crowded brave souls into the undergloom,įor dogs and birds and the will of Zeus was done. We have learned the first 16, found here. I love Fitzgerald’s translation of Homer!) (Here are the first 6 lines to give you a taste. The lone and level sands stretch far away.”īy Homer (translated by Robert Fitzgerald) Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! ![]() The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,Īnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Who said-“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
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