PODAS OKUS.
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Many seek for peace and riches,
Length of days and life of ease;
I have sought for one thing, which is
Fairer unto me than these.
Often too I've heard the story,
In my boyhood, of the doom
Which the fates assign'd me—Glory,
Coupled with an early tomb.
Length of days and life of ease;
I have sought for one thing, which is
Fairer unto me than these.
Often too I've heard the story,
In my boyhood, of the doom
Which the fates assign'd me—Glory,
Coupled with an early tomb.
Swift assault and sudden sally
Underneath the Trojan wall;
Charge, and countercharge, and rally,
War-cry loud, and trumpet call;
Doubtful strain of desp'rate battle,
Cut and thrust and grapple fierce,
Swords that ring on shields that rattle,
Blades that gash and darts that pierce;—
Underneath the Trojan wall;
Charge, and countercharge, and rally,
War-cry loud, and trumpet call;
Doubtful strain of desp'rate battle,
Cut and thrust and grapple fierce,
Swords that ring on shields that rattle,
Blades that gash and darts that pierce;—
I have done with these for ever;
By the loud resounding sea,
Whore the reedy jav'lins quiver,
There is now no place for me.
Day by day our ranks diminish,
We are falling day by day;
But our sons the strife will finish,
Where man tarries, man must slay.
By the loud resounding sea,
Whore the reedy jav'lins quiver,
There is now no place for me.
Day by day our ranks diminish,
We are falling day by day;
But our sons the strife will finish,
Where man tarries, man must slay.
