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Unformatted text preview: Sing of Artemis divine, Golden-filleted, bow-laden? Or at Pallas' sacred shrine The steeds to her fair chariot yoke To bear her, clad in saffron cloak, And braid the silken garments thin With saffron flowerets woven in? Or shall I sing the Titan brood, Whom Zeus, great Kronos' son, Poured twice-forged fire upon, And did to lasting sleep by that fell bolt and rude? Ah, sorrow for the young, For those whose life was long, For all the land, A heap of smoking ruin, Spear-pierced to her undoing By Argive hand! And I shall be a slave Within a country not my own, Leaving the land that Europe has o'erthrown, 'Scaping the chambers of the grave....
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This note was uploaded on 06/16/2011 for the course ENGL 2110 taught by Professor Sadre-orafai during the Spring '08 term at Kennesaw.
- Spring '08
- World Literature