Deianira
O thou who dwellst on (Eta's sacred top.
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Immortal Jove ! At length, though late, thou giv'.st
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The wished-for boon. Let every female now —
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You that within the palace do reside,
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And you, my followers here — with shouts proclaim
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The blest event ! For, lo ! a beam of joy,
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I little hoped, breaks forth, and we are happy.
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Quick let sounds of mirth and joy
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Every cheerful hour employ ;
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Haste, and join the festive song,
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You, who lead the youthful throng,
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On whom the smiles of prosperous fate,
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And Hymen's promised pleasures wait,
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Now all your lo Paeans sing
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To Phoebus, 3'our protector and your lung.
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And you, ye virgin train, attend,
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Not unmindful of your friend,
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His sister huntress of the gi'oves.
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Who still her native Delos loves —
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Prepare the dance, and choral lays,
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To hymn the chaste Diana's praise ;
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To her, and her attendant choir
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Of mountain-nymphs, attune the votive lyre.
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Ejyode,
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Already hath the god possessed
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My soul, and rules the sovereign of my breast ;
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Evoe, Bacchus I lo ! I come to join
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Thy throng. Around me doth the thyrsus twine
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And I am filled with rage divine ;
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See ! the glad messenger appean?
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To calm thy doubts, and to remove thy fears
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Let us our lo Pseans sing
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To Phoebus, our protector and our king.
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Trachiniae. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.