APOLLO
Avaunt, I charge thee, leave these hallowed seats;
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Depart with speed from this prophetic shrine,
Lest thou,-by wingèd glistering snake transfixed,
Shot from this golden-twisted cord,-through pain,
Shouldst vomit forth black gore, the clots disgorging
Which thou from slaughtered men hast ruthless sucked.
Thee it befits not to approach these seats,
But where head-lopping, eye-outscooping rage,
With vengeance that doth sap youth's vital powers,
Where slaughters, mutilations, stonings reign,
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And where impaled, wretches with cruel throes
Groan forth their anguish. These the feasts ye love,
And therefore are ye hateful to the gods.
Your whole aspèct attests it,-such should dwell
In blood-gorged lion's den, not tarry here
Bringing pollution to these hallowed seats.
Begone, ye grisly troop, unshepherded,
For to such flock no heavenly power is kind.
Eumenides. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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