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Ἀγαμέμνων Aeschylus

Parodos

 
As well, — vociferate,
 
Predictions from the birds, in journeying,
 
Above the abode of either king.
 
With these, symphonious, sing —
 
Ah, Linos, say — ah, Linos, song of wail!
 
But may the good prevail!
 
Zeus, whosoe’er he be, — if that express 160
 
Aught dear to him on whom I call —
 
So do I him address.
 
I cannot liken out, by all
 
Admeasurement of powers,
 
Any but Zeus for refuge at such hours, 165
 
If veritably needs I must 165
 
From off my soul its vague care-burthen thrust.
 
Not — whosoever was the great of yore,
 
Bursting to bloom with bravery all round —
 
Is in our mouths: he was, but is no more.
 
And who it was that after came to be, 170
 
Met the thrice-throwing wrestler, — he
 
Is also gone to ground.
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