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(Thus ready is the beauteous one with help
To those small dewdrop-things fierce lions whelp,
And udder-loving litter of each brute
That roams the mead; and therefore makes she suit,
The fair one, for fulfilment to the end
Of things these signs portend --
Which partly smile, indeed, but partly scowl --
The phantasms of the fowl.
I call Ieïos Paian to avert
She work the Danaoi hurt
By any thwarting waftures, long and fast
Holdings from sail of ships:
And sacrifice, another than the last,
She for herself precipitate --
Something unlawful, feast for no man's lips,
Builder of quarrels, with the House cognate --
Having in awe no husband: for remains
A frightful, backward-darting in the path,
Wily house-keeping chronicler of wrath,
That has to punish that old children's fate!"
Such things did Kalchas, -- with abundant gains
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!
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