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Sing me, Muse, a tale of
Troy
, a funeral dirge in strains unheard as yet, with tears;
for now I will uplift for
Troy
a piteous chant, telling how I met my doom and fell a wretched captive to the Argives by reason of a four-footed beast that moved on wheels, when
Achaea
’s sons left at our.gates that horse,
515
loud rumbling to the sky, with its trappings of gold and its freight of warriors; and our people cried out as they stood upon the rocky citadel,
Up now, you whose toil is over,
520
and drag this sacred image to the shrine of the Zeus-born maiden, goddess of our
Ilium
! Forth from his house came every youth and every grey-head too; and with songs of joy
525
they took the fatal snare within.
530
Sing me, Muse, a tale of
Troy
, a funeral dirge in strains unheard as yet, with tears;
for now I will uplift for
Troy
a piteous chant, telling how I met my doom and fell a wretched captive to the Argives by reason of a four-footed beast that moved on wheels, when
Achaea
’s sons left at our.gates that horse,
515
loud rumbling to the sky, with its trappings of gold and its freight of warriors; and our people cried out as they stood upon the rocky citadel,
Up now, you whose toil is over,
520
and drag this sacred image to the shrine of the Zeus-born maiden, goddess of our
Ilium
! Forth from his house came every youth and every grey-head too; and with songs of joy
525
they took the fatal snare within.
530
The Trojan Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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