Capitolo 79
It is the decree to be killed by the sword,
cut down in the slaughter of war!
For wide, ah! breadth is the pain
when the foeman has climbed on the wall;
There am devastation and terror and flame,
and the smoke dark brooding on everybody,
It is wild it is the breath of the war-god,
as in frenzy of conquest he jumps,
And it pollutes with the gust of his/her lips
the glory of holier things!
Above to the clash of increase of citadel and noise,
The war-net closes,
The lance is in the heart: with imbrued of the blood
The young mothers groan to tall voice,
For children to their breast that shouts and dies!
It is boys and young girl badminton,
He/she anchors the scape not the pursuer, in his/her avarice
Thrust and to grab and feeding!
Thievish with thievish it connects, every calls his/her consort
To the party of hate--
_The offers a banquet to, here! is shed--
grab, torn, and torn wound!
Any need to choose or share_!
And all the wealth of earth to waste is versed--
A sight from all abhorred ones!
The housewives that grieve look at him/it;
piled up and blent,
The advantages of earth are spoiled and they are spent,
And it wastes to the nonexistence; and Or alas,
Young houseservants, passage of abandoned ye--
Fresh horror to Your hearts--under of the power
Of those that cut the flower!
Ye possesses the rapist of rascal for gentleman,
Be night brings abhorred rites!
The pain, pain for You! on Your pain and the pain
There a more bump the stain comes.
[_Enter, on a side_ You Spy;
_on the other_, ETEOCLES
The_ of _and Sei Samples.
SEED-CHOIR
Look, friends! methinks the explorer that divided from now
To spy on the foemen, comes with news,
His/her feet rapid as spreading wagon-wheels.
SEED-CHOIR
Ay and our king, the child of Oedipus,
It comes to suggestion to calculate, to learn the relationship of the spy--
Its heart is more weak that its foot is fast!