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ANOTHER.
Nay, hearken! Again she is crying
Where death-laden Simois falls,
Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her,
Of grief grown to music and wonder:
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Most changeful and old and undying
The nightingale calls.
Nay, hearken! Again she is crying
Where death-laden Simois falls,
Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her,
Of grief grown to music and wonder:
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Most changeful and old and undying
The nightingale calls.
ANOTHER.
And on Ida the shepherds are waking
Their flocks for the upland. I hear
The skirl of a pipe very distant.
And on Ida the shepherds are waking
Their flocks for the upland. I hear
The skirl of a pipe very distant.
ANOTHER.
And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.
’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
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Of dawn is so near.
And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.
’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
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Of dawn is so near.
DIVERS GUARDS
(talking).
Why have we still no word nor sign
Of that scout in the
Argive
line?
Why have we still no word nor sign
Of that scout in the
Argive
line?
ANOTHER.
I know not; he is long delayed.
I know not; he is long delayed.
ANOTHER.
God send he trip not on the blade
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Of some Greek in an ambuscade!
God send he trip not on the blade
560
Of some Greek in an ambuscade!
ANOTHER.
It may be. I am half afraid.
It may be. I am half afraid.
LEADER.
Our time is past! Up, men, and tell
The fifth watch. ’Tis the Lycians’ spell
Now, as the portions fairly fell.
Our time is past! Up, men, and tell
The fifth watch. ’Tis the Lycians’ spell
Now, as the portions fairly fell.
Rhesus. Euripides. Gilbert Murray (Translator). London. 1913.
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