To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

Steel Itself Oft Lures A Man To Fight.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.