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The Fall of Troy

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  Then unto travail-burdened Priam's queen
  A herdman told the dread doom of her son.
  Wildly her trembling heart leapt when she heard;
  With failing limbs she sank to earth and wailed:
  "Dead! thou dead, O dear child! Grief heaped on grief
  Hast thou bequeathed me, grief eternal! Best
  Of all my sons, save Hector alone, wast thou!
  While beats my heart, my grief shall weep for thee.
  The hand of Heaven is in our sufferings:
  Some Fate devised our ruin—oh that I
  Had lived not to endure it, but had died
  In days of wealthy peace! But now I see
  Woes upon woes, and ever look to see
  Worse things—my children slain, my city sacked
  And burned with fire by stony-hearted foes,
  Daughters, sons' wives, all Trojan women, haled
  Into captivity with our little ones!"

  So wailed she; but the King heard naught thereof,
  But weeping ever sat by Hector's grave,
  For most of all his sons he honoured him,
  His mightiest, the defender of his land.
  Nothing of Paris knew that pierced heart;
  But long and loud lamented Helen; yet
  Those wails were but for Trojan ears; her soul
  With other thoughts was busy, as she cried:
  "Husband, to me, to Troy, and to thyself
  A bitter blow is this thy woeful death!
  In misery hast thou left me, and I look
  To see calamities more deadly yet.
  Oh that the Spirits of the Storm had snatched
  Me from the earth when first I fared with thee
  Drawn by a baleful Fate! It might not be;
  The Gods have meted ruin to thee and me.
  With shuddering horror all men look on me,
  All hate me! Place of refuge is there none
  For me; for if to the Danaan host I fly,
  With torments will they greet me. If I stay,
  Troy's sons and daughters here will compass me
  And rend me. Earth shall cover not my corpse,
  But dogs and fowl of ravin shall devour.
  Oh had Fate slain me ere I saw these woes!"


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