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And from Sikyon home with silver laden they came, with cups for the blood of the vine;

And they fared from Pellene with shoulders mantled with woof of the fleece soft-woven fine.

But the countless prizes of works of bronze, their tale can we nowise measure⁠—

For the time would fail us to reckon their number, too brief were all our leisure⁠—

Which Kleitor and Tegea-town, and the burgs Achaian each on her mountain-throne,

And the Hill Lykaian by Zeus’ course, offered, by prowess of feet and of hands to be won.