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In Games Olympian thine was fame far-ringing,

And in the lists beside Earth’s central stone,

And in the land thou claimest for thine own:⁠—

But lo, as I would quench my thirst for singing,

I hear a voice that speaks of old-time glory

That bids me pay a debt, recall the pride

Of thy forefathers, bids me tell the story

How, for the winning of a Libyan bride,

Hasted to Irasa’s city many a lover

Of a fair-haired one famed the wide world over,

Drawn thither for Antaius’ daughter’s sake,

Whom many a gallant kinsman fain would take

To wife, and many in far countries dwelling;

For wondrous was her beauty, past all telling.