Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

There Is Not Any Advantage To Be Won From Grim Lamentation.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.