A Quote by Homer

Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards. — © Homer
Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.
Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland
Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.
Europe has always owed to oriental genius its divine impulses. What these holy bards said, all sane men found agreeable and true.
Stories ought not to be just little bits of fantasy that are used to wile away an idle hour; from the beginning of the human race stories have been used - by priests, by bards, by medicine men - as magic instruments of healing, of teaching, as a means of helping people come to terms with the fact that they continually have to face insoluble problems and unbearable realities.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new?
The Eighth Commandment was not made for bards.
Honor the sacred. Honor the Earth, our Mother. Honor all with whom we share the Earth Walk in balance and beauty.
No, no," said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us," he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.
In the ancient times, bards went around singing the epics, which were storehouses of philosophy.
O Black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
And evermore the waters worship God;-- And bards and prophets tune their mystic lyres While listening to the music of the waves!
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.
If I understand this correctly Christ taught here the alarming doctrine that the desire for honor among men made belief impossible.
It doesn't matter how you live and die, it's how the bards wrote it down.
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