where exposed and torn by dogs
The wretched corse of Polynices lay:
Him (our vows first to Proserpine addressid
And Pluto, that propitious now their wrath
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They would avert) in hallow'd lavers cleansed
On a green pyre of new-pluck'd boughs we laid,
And burn'd the mangled relics; then raised high
The earth contiguous, a sepulchral mound.
Thence to the virgin's cavern'd rock we go,
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The nuptial couch of Death; when of our train
One heard the distant sounds of loud laments, .....,
Which echoed round that bridal bed of Death ill
With obséquies unhonour'd: to his dord
He bears the tidings. As the king approach'd
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The hollow murmurs of al voice resound; n la Al
Deeply he sigh'd, and spoke these mournful words,
"Are then my fears prophetic? Do I tread,t/
"Unhappy me, a path that leads to woe
"The most afflicting? Moaning to my ear
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"Comes my son's voice. You, that attend me, go,
"Haste to the cavern, from its mouth remove...
"The rock's obstructing mass; stand near, observe
« If Hamon’s voice I hear, or by the gods
" I am deceived." Obeying these commands,
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Utter'd in deep despair, we went, we look'd,
And in the cave's extreme recess beheld
The virgin strangled; round her neck the zone,
Antigone. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.