Chorus
And to the apple-bearing strand of those minstrels in the west I then would come, where ocean’s lord
no more to sailors grants a passage o’er the deep dark main, finding there the heaven’s holy bound, upheld by Atlas, where water from ambrosial founts wells up beside the couch of Zeus inside his halls,
745
and holy earth, the bounteous mother, causes joy to spring in heavenly breasts.
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Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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