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And you, lady, the
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penteconter will bear you home;
the wax-bound reed of the mountain god Pan, piping, will shout to the oars, and Phoebus the prophet, with the ring of his seven-stringed lyre,
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singing, will guide you well to the gleaming land of the Athenians. Leaving me here, you will go with splashing oars. In the breeze, the forestays of the ship that carries you swiftly
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will spread out over the front beyond the prow.
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Iphigenia in Tauris. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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