Meet adoration to the household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail : me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads-you and I are old; The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will, To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. THE DEFIANCE OF HECTOR AND AJAX. THE ILIAD. TRANSLATION OF ALEXANDER POPE. THUS rank on rank the thick battalions throng, Full in the blazing van great Hector shined, Thus stalked he dreadful; death was in his look; "Hector! come on; thy empty threats forbear; Lo! Greece is humbled not by Troy, but heaven. Vain are the hopes that haughty mind imparts To force our fleets: the Greeks have hands and hearts Long ere in flames our lofty navy fall, Your boasted city and your god-built wall And spread a long, unmeasured ruin round. The time shall come, when, chased along the plain, And hail with shouts his progress through the skies: (Not that short life which mortals lead below, |