Try to walk together, but the night was growing dark. I thought you were beside me, so I reached and you were gone. Sometimes I hear you calling from some, lost and distant shore. I hear you crying softly for… — Red Copy Share Image
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a divine poet (to chronicle their deeds). — Horace Copy Share Image
