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O my hard fate! My mother has passed to the realms below; she lives no more,
dear father, ’neath the sun. Alas for her! she leaves us ere her time and to me bequeaths an orphan’s life. Behold that staring eye, those nerveless hands!
395
Hear me, mother, hear me, I implore! ’tis I who call thee now, I thy tender chick, printing my kisses on thy lips.
400
O my hard fate! My mother has passed to the realms below; she lives no more,
dear father, ’neath the sun. Alas for her! she leaves us ere her time and to me bequeaths an orphan’s life. Behold that staring eye, those nerveless hands!
395
Hear me, mother, hear me, I implore! ’tis I who call thee now, I thy tender chick, printing my kisses on thy lips.
400
Alcestis. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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