Parodos
But Zeus — if any, heart and soul, that name —
Shouting the triumph-praise — proclaim,
Complete in judgment shall that man be found.
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Zeus, who leads onward mortals to be wise,
Appoints that suffering masterfully teach.
In sleep, before the heart of each,
A woe-remembering travail sheds in dew
Discretion, — ay, and melts the unwilling too
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By what, perchance, may be a graciousness
Of gods, enforced no less, —
As they, commanders of the crew,
And then the old leader of the Achaian fleet,
Disparaging no seer —
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With bated breath to suit misfortune’s inrush here
— (What time it laboured, that Achaian host,
By stay from sailing, — every pulse at length
Emptied of vital strength, —
Hard over Kalchis shore-bound, current-crost
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In Aulis station, — while the winds which post
