Parodos
CHOROS.
Empowered am I to sing
The omens, what their force which, journeying,
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(For still, from God, inflates
My breast song-suasion: age,
Born to the business, still such war can wage)
— How the fierce bird against the Teukris land
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Despatched, with spear and executing hand,
The Achaian’s two-throned empery—o’er Hellas’ youth
Two rulers with one mind:
The birds’ king to these kings of ships, on high,
— The black sort, and the sort that’s white behind, —
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Appearing by the palace, on the spear-throw side,
In right sky-regions, visible far and wide, —
Devouring a hare-creature, great with young,
Baulked of more racings they, as she from whom they sprung!
Ah, Linos, say — ah, Linos, song of wail!
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But may the good prevail!
The prudent army-prophet seeing two
The Atreidai, two their tempers, knew
