CHORUS
But for a task of bitter pain,
Their brothers' requiem to intone,
Antigone draws with Ismene near;
From lovely, deep-zoned breasts, I deem
Will they, in no ambiguous strain,
With fitting wail their woes deplore,
And ere their utterance reach our ear,
Us, too, it doth beseem
The Fury's harsh-toned hymn to sing,
And hostile pæan chant to Hades' King.
Oh most unhappy in your brothers, ye
Of all who round their garments cast the zone;
I weep, I moan,-
Here is no guile,-these wailings that I pour
Come from my very heart, unfeignedly.
Seven Against Thebes. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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