CHORUS
STROPHE III.
Loud clamours through the town prevail,
Destruction's net draws near,
And man by man is slaughtered with the spear;
The gory new-born wail
Of infants at the breast is heard;
There Rapine, sister to wild Tumult, reigns.
Spoiler to spoiler gives the word;
The empty doth the empty hail,
Seeking a partner in his gains,
Each greedy for nor less nor equal share.
In scenes like these how may we hope to fare?
Seven Against Thebes. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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