(@3Euripides sings, thrumming a lyre between the monotonous dactylic rhythms.@1) . . . How Hellas' youth, liegemen Achaean of brothers embattled, @3tophlattothrat tophlattothrat@1 foul as a Sphinx that apportioneth havoc, a hell-hound, @3tophlattothrat tophlattothrat@1 grasping the spears that avenge, bidden on by a bird of ill-omen, @3tophlattothrat tophlattothrat@1 were thrown to feed hounds of the air ever eagerly questing; @3tophlattothrat tophlattothrat@1 how swords that bent on Ajax' breast . . . @3tophlattothrat tophlattothrat@1 |