Helen of Troy
XXXI.

Andrew Lan

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But Helen found he never, where the flame

Sprang to the roofs, and Helen ne'er he found

Where flock'd the wretched women in their shame

The helpless altars of the Gods around,

Nor lurk'd she in deep chambers underground,

Where the priests trembled o'er their hidden gold,

Nor where the armed feet of foes resound

In shrines to silence consecrate of old.

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