SEMI-CHORUS II
O ye who your own house have caused to bloom
With many bitter woes!
O'er you at last these curses their shrill lay
Have chanted, fraught with doom;
For now your race is turned to flight,
In utter rout. Ay, on the very gate
Where fell your deadly blows,
Stands Atè's trophy;-and the fiend elate
After her twofold conquest ceased from fight.
Seven Against Thebes. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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