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Sons of Erechtheus, heroes happy from of yore,
children of the blessed gods, fed on wisdom’s glorious food in a holy land ne’er pillaged by its foes, ye who move with sprightly step through a climate ever bright
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and clear, where, as legend tells, the Muses nine, Pieria’s holy maids, were brought to birth by Harmonia with the golden hair;
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Sons of Erechtheus, heroes happy from of yore,
children of the blessed gods, fed on wisdom’s glorious food in a holy land ne’er pillaged by its foes, ye who move with sprightly step through a climate ever bright
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and clear, where, as legend tells, the Muses nine, Pieria’s holy maids, were brought to birth by Harmonia with the golden hair;
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and poets sing how Cypris drawing water from the streams of fair-flowing Cephissus breathes
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o’er the land a gentle breeze
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of balmy winds, and ever as she crowns her tresses with a garland of sweet rose-buds sends forth the Loves to sit by wisdom’s side,
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to take a part in every excellence.
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and poets sing how Cypris drawing water from the streams of fair-flowing Cephissus breathes
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o’er the land a gentle breeze
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of balmy winds, and ever as she crowns her tresses with a garland of sweet rose-buds sends forth the Loves to sit by wisdom’s side,
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to take a part in every excellence.
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How then shall the city of sacred streams, the land that welcomes those it loves, receive thee, the murderess of thy children,
thee whose presence with others is a pollution? Think on the murder of thy children, consider the bloody deed thou takest on thee. Nay, by thy knees we, one and all, implore thee,
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slay not thy babes.
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How then shall the city of sacred streams, the land that welcomes those it loves, receive thee, the murderess of thy children,
thee whose presence with others is a pollution? Think on the murder of thy children, consider the bloody deed thou takest on thee. Nay, by thy knees we, one and all, implore thee,
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slay not thy babes.
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Where
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shall hand or heart find hardihood enough in wreaking such a fearsome deed upon thy sons?
How wilt thou look upon thy babes, and still without a tear retain thy bloody purpose? Thou canst not, when they fall at thy feet for mercy, steel thy heart and dip
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in their blood thy hand.
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Where
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shall hand or heart find hardihood enough in wreaking such a fearsome deed upon thy sons?
How wilt thou look upon thy babes, and still without a tear retain thy bloody purpose? Thou canst not, when they fall at thy feet for mercy, steel thy heart and dip
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in their blood thy hand.
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Medea. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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