CHORUS
STROPHE.
Dark curse, with full completion crowned,
Of Edipus, inherent in the race!
Hovers an evil chill my heart around.
Like Bacchanal, when on mine ear
The tidings fell that the blood-dripping slain
Through evil Fate had died-their tomb to grace,
A dirge I wove, sad strain.—
Ill-omened is this concert of the spear.
Seven Against Thebes. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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