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THE FALL OF TROY.
FROM THE HECUBA. (905-951.)
Σὺ μὲν, ὦ πατρὶς Ιλιάς,
Τῶν ἀπορθήτων πόλις οὐκέτι λέξει
Τοῖον Ἑλλάνων νέφος ἀμφί σε κρύπτει
Δορὶ δὴ δορὶ πέρσαν. κ.τ.λ.
Τῶν ἀπορθήτων πόλις οὐκέτι λέξει
Τοῖον Ἑλλάνων νέφος ἀμφί σε κρύπτει
Δορὶ δὴ δορὶ πέρσαν. κ.τ.λ.
CHORUS OF CAPTIVE TROJAN WOMEN.
Oh never more, my native Troy,
The lay of high heroic story
Shall tell thy might with patriot's joy,
Thy sons' unconquered glory.
The deadly cloud of Grecian war
Hath closed around thy sinking star;
Beneath the storming spearmen's blow,
All desolate, thou liest low;
Shorn of thy towers' imperial crown,
In dust and ashes stricken down.
Oh! never shall I tread thee more,
My own, my hapless native shore!
The lay of high heroic story
Shall tell thy might with patriot's joy,
Thy sons' unconquered glory.
The deadly cloud of Grecian war
Hath closed around thy sinking star;
Beneath the storming spearmen's blow,
All desolate, thou liest low;
Shorn of thy towers' imperial crown,
In dust and ashes stricken down.
Oh! never shall I tread thee more,
My own, my hapless native shore!
It was the hour of midnight slumbers,
When the Destroyer came;
Hush'd were the lute, the minstrel's numbers,
The choral loud acclaim;
When the Destroyer came;
Hush'd were the lute, the minstrel's numbers,
The choral loud acclaim;