Quote#Nature
O Muse, instruct me of the man who drew
Quote byJohn William Mackail · 1859–1945
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Odyssey (1910), Book I, line 1.
English (original)
O Muse, instruct me of the man who drew His changeful course through wanderings not a few After he sacked the holy town of Troy, And saw the cities and the counsel knewOf many men, and many a time at sea Within his heart he bore calamity, While his own life he laboured to redeem And bring his fellows back from jeopardy.
— John William Mackail
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