CHOROS
CHOROS.
Empowered am I to sing
The omens, what their force which, journeying,
Rejoiced the potentates:
(For still, from God, inflates
My breast song-suasion: age,
Born to the business, still such war can wage)
-- How the fierce bird against the Teukris land
Despatched, with spear and executing hand,
The Achaian's two-throned empery--o'er Hellas' youth
Two rulers with one mind:
The birds' king to these kings of ships, on high,
-- The black sort, and the sort that's white behind, --
Appearing by the palace, on the spear-throw side,
In right sky-regions, visible far and wide, --
Devouring a hare-creature, great with young,
Baulked of more racings they, as she from whom they sprung!
Ah, Linos, say -- ah, Linos, song of wail!
But may the good prevail!
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The Poetical Works of Robert Browning, volume 13. Robert Browning. London. Smith, Elder, and Co. 1889.
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