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That, borne on the swift-rushing wings of the winds o’er the sea’s highway

Unto Troy, he might bide the Lycian and Phrygian and Dardan array

As their battle-cry rang through the clashing of lances, and close undaunted

With the Aethiop spearmen, and set the resolve in his heart firm-planted

That Helenus’ fiery-hearted kinsman from battle-strain

Should return not, nor Memnon their chieftain behold his home again.