Ajax
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Ye streams that roll into the sea, ye caves
Deep in the rocks that wind along the shore,
Thou grove on Ida's brow, long time, long time
Have you round Troy detain'd me; but no more
Shall you detain me breathing vital air :
This let each man, that hath his reason, know.
And thou, Scamander, flowing near these tents,
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Benignant to the Grecians, shalt no more
Behold this man (thus proudly I will speak)
Such as 'mongst all the host, that o'er her plains
March'd from the realms of Greece, Troy hath not seen:
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Now, all his glory sunk, thus low he lies.
Ajax. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.