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'Fall on a very midst the fire and die in press of war!
One hope there is for vanquished men, to cherish hope no more.'

'O Goddess-born, flee forth,' he said, 'and snatch thee from the fire! The foeman hath the walls, and Troy is down from topmost spire.'

"He takes the tale up ; fluttering-voiced from lying heart he speaks :

'The longing to be gone from Troy fell oft upon the Greeks, And oft they fain had turned their backs on war without an end.'

"for neither is thy face of mortals, nor thy voice of men: Oh very Goddess thou! "

"She spake, she turned, from rosy neck the light of heaven cast. And from her hair ambrosial the scent of Gods went past. Upon the wind, and o'er her feet her skirts fell shimmering down. And very God she went her ways."

"The ocean-stream shall bound his rule, the stars of heaven his fame"

“Abide, endure, and keep yourselves for coming days of joy.”