Helen of Troy
XXVII.

Andrew Lan

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And as when fire doth on a forest fall

And hot winds bear it raging in its flight,

And beechen boughs, and pines are ruin'd all,

So raged Achilles' anger in that fight;

And many an empty car, with none to smite

The madden'd horses, o'er the bridge of war

Was wildly whirled, and many a maid's delight

That day to the red wolves was dearer far.

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