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Ere his warrior-soul should be shamed by a thrust in the back from Periklymenus’ spear:

For when panic is sent from Heaven, even the sons of the Gods must flee in fear.

If it be possible, O Kronion, such trial of manhood with spears blood-pouring,

Such struggle for hfe and death, I fain would defer to the uttermost. Nay, I implore,

Grant thou to the sons of Etna a portion in governance fair for evermore,