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Wysłany: Śro 9:46, 23 Lut 2011
Temat postu: Orwhile thou may'stavoid the threaten'd fate
Vain was his vigourand as vain his pride.
These eyes beheld him on the dust expire
No more to cheer his spouseor glad his sire.
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o thy rage has slain
! like his shall be thy doom
Gowait thy brother to the Stygian gloom;
Orwhile thou may'stavoid the threaten'd fate;
Fools stay to feel itand are wise too late.
UnmovedEuphorbus thus: "That action known
Comefor my brother's blood repay thy own.
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ping father claims thy destined head
And spousea widow in her bridal bed.
Translated by Pope297
On these thy conquer'd spoils I shall bestow
To soothe a consort's and a parent's woe.
No longer then defer the glorious strife
Let heaven decide our fortunefameand life."
Swift as the word the missile lance he flings;
The well-aim'd weapon on the buckler rings
But blunted by the brassinnoxious falls.
On Jove the father great Atrides calls
Nor flies the javelin from his arm in vain
It pierced his throatand bent him to the plain;
Wide through the neck appears the grisly wound
Prone sinks the warriorand his arms resound.
The shining circlets of his golden hair
Which even the Graces might be proud to wear
Instarr'd with gems and goldbestrow th
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