They bathe on this mountain, In the spring by the road; Then on to Olympus, Their endless abode.
Whose praise do they mention? Of what is it told ? What will be for ever; What was from of old.
First hymn they the Father Of all things; and then, The rest of immortals, The action of men.
The day in his hotness, The strife with the palm; The night in her silence, The stars in their calm.
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THE DEATH OF SOHRAB
THE DUEL
HE spoke, and Sohrab kindled at his taunts, And he too drew his sword; at once they rushed Together, as two eagles on one prey Come rushing down together from the clouds, One from the east, one from the west; their shields Dashed with a clang together, and a din Rose, such as that the sinewy woodcutters Make often in the forest's heart at morn,
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