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’Twas no bride Paris took with him to the towers of Ilium, but a curse to his bed when he brought Helen to her bower.
For her sake, O Troy, did eager warriors, sailing from Hellas in a thousand ships, capture and make thee a prey to fire and sword; and the son of sea-born Thetis mounted on his chariot dragged my husband Hector round the walls, ah woe is me! while I was hurried from my chamber to the beach,
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with slavery’s hateful pall upon me. And many a tear I shed as I left my city, my bridal bower, and my husband in the dust. Woe, woe is me! why should I prolong my life, to serve Hermione? Her cruelty it is that drives me hither
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to the image of the goddess to throw my suppliant arms about it, melting to tears as doth a spring that gushes from the rock.
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’Twas no bride Paris took with him to the towers of Ilium, but a curse to his bed when he brought Helen to her bower.
For her sake, O Troy, did eager warriors, sailing from Hellas in a thousand ships, capture and make thee a prey to fire and sword; and the son of sea-born Thetis mounted on his chariot dragged my husband Hector round the walls, ah woe is me! while I was hurried from my chamber to the beach,
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with slavery’s hateful pall upon me. And many a tear I shed as I left my city, my bridal bower, and my husband in the dust. Woe, woe is me! why should I prolong my life, to serve Hermione? Her cruelty it is that drives me hither
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to the image of the goddess to throw my suppliant arms about it, melting to tears as doth a spring that gushes from the rock.
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Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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