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Let me call on you, beneath leafy haunts, sitting in your place of song, you, the most sweetly singing bird,
tearful nightingale, oh, come, trilling through your tawny throat, to aid me in my lament, as I sing the piteous woes of Helen and
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the tearful fate of Trojan women under the Achaeans’ spears; when he sped over the surging plains with foreign oar, when he came, came bringing to Priam’s race from
Lacedaemon
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you, Helen, his unhappy bride—
Paris
, fatally wedded, under the guidance of Aphrodite.
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Let me call on you, beneath leafy haunts, sitting in your place of song, you, the most sweetly singing bird,
tearful nightingale, oh, come, trilling through your tawny throat, to aid me in my lament, as I sing the piteous woes of Helen and
1110
the tearful fate of Trojan women under the Achaeans’ spears; when he sped over the surging plains with foreign oar, when he came, came bringing to Priam’s race from
Lacedaemon
1115
you, Helen, his unhappy bride—
Paris
, fatally wedded, under the guidance of Aphrodite.
1120
Helen. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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