(First) Chorus
I am turning my eyes in every direction. Behold the rout of the giants carved on these walls of stone.
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(Fourth) Chorus
Yes, yes, good friends, I am looking.
(Fifth) Chorus
Dost see her standing over Enceladus brandishing her shield with the Gorgon’s head?
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(Sixth) Chorus
I see Pallas, my own goddess.
(Seventh) Chorus
Again, dost see the massy thunderbolt all aflame in the far-darting hands of Zeus?
(Eighth) Chorus
I do; ’tis blasting with its flame Mimas, that deadly foe.
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(Ninth) Chorus
Bromius too, the god of revelry, is slaying another of the sons of Earth with his thyrsus of ivy, never meant for battle.
Ion. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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