...Like a tale of little meaning, though the words are strong ; Chanted from an ill-used race of men who cleave the soil, Sow the seed, and reap the harvest...Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine, and oil." " Vim maris, telluris haustus, ignem, et aSris luem, Arma, credes, furta, raptus, ora comprecantium....

...song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race...Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine, and oil ; Tül they perish and they suffer — some, 'tis whisper'd, down in hell Suffer endless anguish ;...

...and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. Bat they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil. Sow the seed,...

...song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the sou. Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and...

...and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong ; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, Sow the seed,...

...the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men who cleave the soil, Sow the seed, find reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine, and oil." " Vim maris, u Huris haustus, ignem, et aëris luem, Arma, credos, furta, raptus, ora comprecantium....

...song Steaming up, a lamentation and an aucient tale of wrong, . Like a tale of little meaning, though the words are strong ; Chanted from an ill-used race...Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine, and oil ; Till they perish and they suffer." The historian, whose words grow warm, and whose brilliant page...

...and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong ; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, Sow the seed,...

...and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning, though the words are strong ; Chanted by an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, Sow...seed and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing little yearly dues of wheat, and wine, and oil ; Till they perish, and they suffer— some, 'tis whispered,...

...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music, centred in a doleful song, Steaming up, a lamentation, and an...ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning, though the words are strong ; Chanted by an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, Sow the seed...