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Ah! what sorrows did the son of Zeus and Maia herald,
in the day he came to Ida’s glen, guiding that fair young trio of goddesses, all girded for the fray in bitter rivalry about their beauty,
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to the shepherd’s fold, where dwelt the youthful herdsman all alone by the hearth of his lonely hut.
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Ah! what sorrows did the son of Zeus and Maia herald,
in the day he came to Ida’s glen, guiding that fair young trio of goddesses, all girded for the fray in bitter rivalry about their beauty,
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to the shepherd’s fold, where dwelt the youthful herdsman all alone by the hearth of his lonely hut.
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Chorus
Soon as they reached the wooded glen, in gushing mountain
springs they bathed
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their dazzling skin, then sought the son of Priam, comparing their rival charms in more than rancorous phrase.
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But Cypris won the day by her deceitful promises,
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sweet-sounding words, but fraught with ruthless overthrow to Phrygia’s hapless town and Ilium’s towers.
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Soon as they reached the wooded glen, in gushing mountain
springs they bathed
1
their dazzling skin, then sought the son of Priam, comparing their rival charms in more than rancorous phrase.
2
But Cypris won the day by her deceitful promises,
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sweet-sounding words, but fraught with ruthless overthrow to Phrygia’s hapless town and Ilium’s towers.
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Chorus
Would God his mother had smitten him a cruel death-blow
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on the head before he made his home on Ida’s
slopes, in the hour Cassandra, standing by the holy bay-tree, cried out,
Slay him, for he will bring most grievous bane on Priam’s town. To every prince she went, to every elder sued
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for the babe’s destruction.
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Would God his mother had smitten him a cruel death-blow
3
on the head before he made his home on Ida’s
slopes, in the hour Cassandra, standing by the holy bay-tree, cried out,
Slay him, for he will bring most grievous bane on Priam’s town. To every prince she went, to every elder sued
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for the babe’s destruction.
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Chorus
she suffered during
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those ten long years her sons went wandering, spear in hand, around the walls of Troy; brides had never been left desolate, nor hoary fathers childless.
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she suffered during
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those ten long years her sons went wandering, spear in hand, around the walls of Troy; brides had never been left desolate, nor hoary fathers childless.
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Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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