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It urges him, the sad persuasiveness,
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Até’s insufferable child that schemes
Treason beforehand: and all cure is vain.
It is not hidden: out it glares again,
A light dread-lamping-mischief, just as gleams
The badness of the bronze;
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Through rubbing, puttings to the touch,
Black-clotted is he, judged at once.
He seeks — the boy — a flying bird to clutch,
Setting upon the city of his land
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Whereof not any god hears prayer;
While him who brought about such evils there,
That unjust man, the god in grapple throws.
Within the Atreidai’s house —
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Shamed the guest’s board by robbery of the spouse.
And, leaving to her townsmen throngs a-spread
With shields, and spear-thrusts of sea-armament,
And bringing Ilion, in a dowry’s stead,
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