[109] "In the hour when men from their eyes the fetters of slumber cast, Even huntsmen, which put their trust in their hounds, nor ever waste In slumber the end of the night, but the light of the sun they prevent, Lest, ere they be forth, he efface the track of the beasts, and the scent Of the quarry, with stainless-gleaming shafts down-smiting thereon, Even then with the maid from the galley forth stepped Aison's son" (Way).
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Argonautica. Apollonius Rhodius. George W. Mooney. London. Longmans, Green. 1912.
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