LEADER.
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Have burned, my chief, through half the night.
The shipyard timbers
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seemed to shine.
Then, clear against the light,
Toward Agamemnon’s tent the whole
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Army in tumult seemed to roll,
As stirred by some strange voice, shoal after shoal.
A night of such discord
Was never seen. And we, in dread
What such things boded, turned and sped
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Hither; dost blame us, Lord?
Rhesus. Euripides. Gilbert Murray (Translator). London. 1913.
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