"Marjory!" With a pitiful joy he felt her hair and face with his hand,

and in his weakness he almost fell
"Marjory!" With a pitiful joy he felt her hair and face with his hand,
and in his weakness he almost fell. Vainly he protested that she must
go away, that he could not let her share his tragedy. Her only answer
was his name murmured over and over again.


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Out on thee, Fortune! thou hast foiled the hope

And power of Persia: to this bitter end
My son went forth to wreak his great revenge
On famous Athens! all too few they seemed,
Our men who died upon the Fennel-field!
Vengeance for them my son had mind to take,
And drew on his own head these whelming woes
Out on thee, Fortune! thou hast foiled the hope
And power of Persia: to this bitter end
My son went forth to wreak his great revenge
On famous Athens! all too few they seemed,
Our men who died upon the Fennel-field!
Vengeance for them my son had mind to take,
And drew on his own head these whelming woes.
But thou, say on! the ships that "scaped from wreck--
Where didst thou leave them? make thy story clear.


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