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1470When with rapture night's pulses shall quiver For him whom the overcast quoit Of Phœbus in contest did smite,[1]Whence the God to Laconia's nation Gave charge that they hallow the dayWith slaughter of kine for oblation:— And thy daughter whom, speeding away,Ye left, shall ye find, for whom never Hath the spousal-torch yet flashed bright.(Str. 2) Oh through the welkin on pinions to fleet    Where from Libya far-soaring1480The cranes by their armies flee fast from the sleet    And the storm-waters pouring,By their shepherd, their chief many-wintered, on-led,    At his whistle swift-wheeling,As o'er plains whereon never the rain-drops were shed,Yet where vineyards are purple, where harvests are red,    His clarion is pealing:—O winged ones, who, blent with the cloud-spirits' race,    With necks far-stretching fly on,'Neath the Pleiades plunge through abysses of space,1490    'Neath the night-king Orion:Crying the tidings, down heaven's steep glide,    To Eurotas descending,—Cry "Atreides hath brought low Ilium's pride,    And homeward is wending!"(Ant. 2) And ye, in your chariot o'er highways of sky    O haste from the far land
  1. ↑ The festival of the Hyacinthia was held yearly at Amyclae, in memory of Hyacinthus, who was accidentally killed by the quoit of Apollo, who loved him.
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