Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech.
Go tell the Spartans,
Passerby,
That here, obedient to their laws,
We lie.
Simonides in Epitaph for the Spartans who fell at Thermopylae
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A man gains no possession better than a good woman, nothing more horrible than a bad one.
Epitaph At Thermopylae
Four thousand of us fought three million.
When you visit Sparta, tell them:
Here, the soldiers kept their word.
Fragment 01
WHEN, upon the well-wrought chest,
Fiercely heat the howling wind,
And the oceans heaving breast
Filled with terror DanaCs mind ;
All in tears, her arm she throws
Over Perseus, as he lay
0, my babe, she said, what woes
On thy mothers bosom weigh!
Thou dost sleep with careless breast,
Slumbering in this dreary home,
Thou dost sweetly take thy rest,
In the darkness and the gloom.
In thy little mantle there,
Passing wave thou dost not mind,
Dashing oer thy clustering hair,
Nor fhe voices of the wind.
Yet if thou, my beauteous one!
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