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Hark! thou son of Latona, to thee I call, for that thou dispensest warnings; there at thy golden throne
on earth’s centre planted will I proclaim a word into thy ear. O! thou wicked bridegroom who art bringing to my husband’s house an heir, though from him thou hast received no boon;
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while that child of thine and mine hath died unrecognized, a prey to carrion birds, his mother’s swaddling-clothes all lost. Delos hates thee now, thy bay-tree loves thee not,
whose branches sprout beside the tufted palm, where in holy throes Latona, big with child by Zeus, gave birth to thee.
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Hark! thou son of Latona, to thee I call, for that thou dispensest warnings; there at thy golden throne
on earth’s centre planted will I proclaim a word into thy ear. O! thou wicked bridegroom who art bringing to my husband’s house an heir, though from him thou hast received no boon;
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while that child of thine and mine hath died unrecognized, a prey to carrion birds, his mother’s swaddling-clothes all lost. Delos hates thee now, thy bay-tree loves thee not,
whose branches sprout beside the tufted palm, where in holy throes Latona, big with child by Zeus, gave birth to thee.
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Ion. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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