CHORUS
STROPHE I.
Dear son of Edipus, I trembled sore,
Hearing of rattling cars the roar, the roar,
When wheel-impelling axles shrieked amain,
When sounded on mine ear
The noise of fire-wrought gear-
Within the chargers' mouths their guiding rein.
Seven Against Thebes. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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