... odds Under the sky. Now women shriek to the Gods, And men run witlessly, and in and out The Greeks press, burning, slaying, and the rout Screameth to Heaven. As at sea the mews Pack, their wings battling, when some fresh wrack strews The tideway, and in greater haste to stop Others from prey, will let their morsel drop, And all the while make harsh lament—so here The avid spoilers bickered in their fear To be man[oe]uvred out of robbery, And tore the spoil, and mangled shamefully Bodies of men to strip them, and in ... — Helen Redeemed and Other Poems • Maurice Hewlett
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