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MUSE.
With a dirge of the Thracian mountains,
1
895
I mourn for thee, O my son.
For a mother’s weeping, for a galley’s launching, for
the way to Troy;
A sad going, and watched by spirits of evil.
His mother chid him to stay, but he rose and went.
900
His father besought him to stay, but he went in anger.
Ah, woe is me for thee, thou dear face,
My belovèd and my son!
With a dirge of the Thracian mountains,
1
895
I mourn for thee, O my son.
For a mother’s weeping, for a galley’s launching, for
the way to Troy;
A sad going, and watched by spirits of evil.
His mother chid him to stay, but he rose and went.
900
His father besought him to stay, but he went in anger.
Ah, woe is me for thee, thou dear face,
My belovèd and my son!
Rhesus. Euripides. Gilbert Murray (Translator). London. 1913.
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