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THE FALL OF TROY.
Each weary reveller's torch was dim.
My husband slept, reposing him
From that thanksgiving festival.
His spear was hanging on the wall,
No longer ready for the fray:
For now their fleet had left the bay,
And deem'd we that the leaguering band
Had fled our rescued Trojan land.
My husband slept, reposing him
From that thanksgiving festival.
His spear was hanging on the wall,
No longer ready for the fray:
For now their fleet had left the bay,
And deem'd we that the leaguering band
Had fled our rescued Trojan land.
And I my gather'd locks was banding
Neath the circling fillet prest,
Before the golden mirror standing,
Ere I sought my peaceful rest;
When, lo, a sound of far alarms
Came echoing through our halls:—
It is the clang, the clash of arms!
The foe is in the walls!
And nearer! hark! the cheer, the cry
Of the on-trampling soldiery
Rings through the captured town!—
"On, Sons of Greeks!
"the leaders call;
"Now is the hour that Troy must fall!
"Think of your homes—on, on! to earn
"Victory, spoil, and glad return.
"Now break her bulwarks down!"
Neath the circling fillet prest,
Before the golden mirror standing,
Ere I sought my peaceful rest;
When, lo, a sound of far alarms
Came echoing through our halls:—
It is the clang, the clash of arms!
The foe is in the walls!
And nearer! hark! the cheer, the cry
Of the on-trampling soldiery
Rings through the captured town!—
"On, Sons of Greeks!
"the leaders call;
"Now is the hour that Troy must fall!
"Think of your homes—on, on! to earn
"Victory, spoil, and glad return.
"Now break her bulwarks down!"
Hurriedly folding round my breast,
In Dorian guise, the first-seized vest,
In Dorian guise, the first-seized vest,