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I would rather follow the plow as thrall to another man, one with no land allotted him and not much to live on, than be a king over all the perished dead.

stood for a while and looked about him, but when he had looked long enough he crossed the threshold and went within the precincts of the house. There he found all the chief people among the Phaeacians making their drink offerings to Mercury, which they always did the last thing before going away for the night. 61 He went straight through the court, still hidden by the cloak of darkness in which Minerva had enveloped him, till he reached Arete and King Alcinous; then he laid his hands upon the knees of the queen, and at that moment the miraculous darkness fell away from him and

For my part I have no joy in tears after dinnertime. There will always be a new dawn tomorrow. Yet I can have no objection to tears for any mortal who dies and goes to his destiny. And this is the only consolation we wretched mortals can give, to cut our hair and let the tears roll down our faces.

Sing, O Muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of Troy. Many were the men whose cities he saw and whose mind he learned, aye, and many the woes he suffered in his heart upon the sea, seeking to win his own life and the return of his comrades. Yet even so he saved not his comrades, though he desired it sore, for through their own blind folly they perished—fools, who devoured the kine of Helios Hyperion; but he took from them the day of their returning. Of these things, goddess, daughter of Zeus, beginning where thou wilt, tell thou even unto us.

Cresceva, dentro al cortile, un tronco d’olivo dalle foglie sottili, rigoglioso, fiorente, largo come una colonna. Intorno a questo io eressi il talamo, che feci con pietre fittamente connesse e ricoprii con il tetto ben fatto; e la porta applicai, solida e salda. Poi recisi la chioma dell’olivo dalle foglie sottili, il tronco sgrossai dalla radice, lo piallai tutt’intorno con l’ascia di bronzo, abilmente, lo livellai a filo di squadra e ricavai una base che lavorai tutta a traforo. Cominciando da questa levigavo anche il letto, ornandolo d’oro, d’argento, d’avorio.

A hopeless exile from his native home, From death alone exempt—but cease to mourn; Let all combine to achieve his wish'd return; Neptune atoned, his wrath shall now refrain, Or thwart the synod of the gods in vain.

. . . But if he is truly Odysseus, home at last, make no mistake: we two will know each other, even better — we two have secret signs, known to us both but hidden from the world.

Den Mann nenne mir, Muse, den vielgewandten, der gar viel umgetriebenwurde, nachdem er Trojas heilige Stadt zerstörte. Von vielen Menschen sah erdie Städte und lernte kennen ihre Sinnesart; viel auch erlitt er Schmerzen aufdem Meer in seinem Gemüte, während er sein Leben zu gewinnen suchte wieauch die Heimkehr der Gefährten. Jedoch er rettete auch so nicht die Gefährten,so sehr er es begehrte. Selber nämlich durch ihre eignen Freveltaten verdarbensie, die Toren, die die Rinder des Sohns der Höhe, Helios, verzehrten. Der abernahm ihnen den Tag der Heimkehr. Davon – du magst beginnen, wo es sein mag– Göttin, Tochter des Zeus! sage auch uns!

soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn,

the motives of the writer form as important an ingredient in the analysis or his history, as the facts he records. Probability is a powerful and troublesome test; and it is by this troublesome standard that a large portion of historical evidence is sifted.

ὁ νιὸς νογάει κι ἁρπάει τὴν αγαπώ, πηδάει νὰ τὴ γλιτώσει,μὰ μόνο πρόφτασαν κι οἱ δυὸ να μποῡν σφιχταγκαλιὰ στὸν Ἅδη.

Friend, that was not well spoken; you seem like one who is reckless. So it is that the gods do not bestow graces in all ways on men, neither in stature nor yet in brains or eloquence; for there is a certain kind of man, less noted for beauty, but the god puts comeliness on his words, and they who look toward him are filled with joy at the sight, and he speaks to them without faltering in winning modesty, and shines among those who are gathered, and people look on him as on a god when he walks in the city. Another again in his appearance is like the immortals, but upon his words there is no grace distilled, as in your case the appearance is conspicuous, and not a god even would make it otherwise, and yet the mind there is worthless.

They made these improving remarks to one another, but Apollo leaned aside to say to Hermes:   Son of Zeus, beneficent Wayfinder, would you accept a coverlet of chain, if only you lay by Aphrodite’s golden side?   To this the Wayfinder replied, shining:   Would I not, though, Apollo of distances! Wrap me in chains three times the weight of these, come goddesses and gods to see the fun; only let me lie beside the pale-golden one!   The

Bird life aplenty is found in the sunny air, not all of it significant.

Now left to man's ingratitude he lay, Unhoused, neglected in the public way; And where on heaps the rich manure was spread, Obscene with reptiles, took his sordid bed. He knew his lord; he knew, and strove to meet; In vain he strove to crawl and kiss his feet; Yet (all he could) his tail, his tears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys. Soft pity touch'd the mighty master's soul; Adown his cheek a tear unbidden stole, Stole unperceived: he turn'd his head and dried The drop humane: then thus impassion'd cried: "What noble beast in this abandon'd state Lies here all helpless at Ulysses' gate? His bulk and beauty speak no vulgar praise: If, as he seems, he was in better days, Some care his age deserves; or was he prized For worthless beauty? therefore now despised; Such dogs and men there are, mere things of state; And always cherish'd by their friends, the great." "Not Argus so, (Eumaeus thus rejoin'd,) But served a master of a nobler kind, Who, never, never shall behold him more!

What I say will be a bit of boasting. The mad wine tells me to do it. Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.

Odysseus

The creations of genius always seem like miracles, because they are, for the most part, created far out of the reach of observation.

No finer, greater gift in the world than that: When man and woman possess their home, two minds, two hearts that work as one. Despair to their enemies, a joy to all their friends. Their own best claim to glory.

I would disapprove of another hospitable man who was excessive in friendship, as of one excessive in hate. In all things balance is better.