Chorus
You came, you came, O winged creature, born of earth
and hellish viper, to prey upon the sons of Cadmus, full of death, full of sorrow, half a maiden, a murderous monster, with roving wings
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and ravening claws; you once caught up youths from the haunts of Dirce, with discordant song,
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and you brought, you brought a murderous grief, a deadly curse to our native land. A deadly god he was who brought all this to pass. Mourning of mothers, mourning of maidens,
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filled the houses with groans; a lamenting cry, a lamenting song, one after another wailed out, in turn throughout the city. The roar of the groaning
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was like thunder, whenever the winged maiden bore a man out of sight from the city.
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The Phoenician Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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