Stasimon 2
[Choral 2]
When the Greek is smitten that day shall be,
CHORUS.
And fled to Argolis over the sea:
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O mighty of hand, O leader of lances,
Smite him, and heaven be good to thee!
Thou Rider golden and swift and sheer,
370
Achilles falters: appear! appear!
The car like flame where the red shield leapeth,
The fell white steeds and the burning spear!
No Greek shall boast he hath seen thy face
And danced again in the dancing place;
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And the land shall laugh for the sheaves she reapeth,
Of spoilers dead by a sword from Thrace.
