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Thou hast left me, O my father,
left me like a stranded bark, all alone, without an oar. My lord will surely slay me; no home is mine henceforth beneath my husband’s roof. What god is there to whose statue I can as a suppliant haste?
855
or shall I throw myself in slavish wise at slavish knees? Would I could speed
1
away from Phthia’s land on bird’s dark pinion, or like that pine-built ship,
2
860
the first that ever sailed betwixt the rocks Cyanean!
865
Thou hast left me, O my father,
left me like a stranded bark, all alone, without an oar. My lord will surely slay me; no home is mine henceforth beneath my husband’s roof. What god is there to whose statue I can as a suppliant haste?
855
or shall I throw myself in slavish wise at slavish knees? Would I could speed
1
away from Phthia’s land on bird’s dark pinion, or like that pine-built ship,
2
860
the first that ever sailed betwixt the rocks Cyanean!
865
Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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