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The Sacrifice Of Iphigenia

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Now long and long from wintry Strymon blew
The weary, hungry, anchor-straining blasts,
The winds that wandering seamen dearly rue,
Nor spared the cables worn and groaning masts;
And, lingering on, in indolent delay,
Slow wasted all the strength of Greece away.
But when the shrill-voiced prophet 'gan proclaim
That remedy more dismal and more dread
Than the drear weather blackening overhead,
And spoke in Artemis' most awful name,

The sons of Atreus, 'mid their armed peers,
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Malcolm Two 25 December 2020

Thank you

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* Sunprincess * 20 January 2016

.....very nicely penned...only very sad to sacrifice someone's life ?

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