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Rh And then the old leader of the Achaian fleet,

Disparaging no seer—

With bated breath to suit misfortune's inrush here

—(What time it laboured, that Achaian host,

By stay from sailing,—every pulse at length

Emptied of vital strength,—

Hard over Kalchis shore-bound, current-crost

In Aulis station,—while the winds which post

From Strumon, ill-delayers, famine-fraught,

Tempters of man to sail where harbourage is naught,

Spendthrifts of ships and cables, turning time

To twice the length,—these carded, by delay,

To less and less away

The Argeians' flowery prime:

And when a remedy more grave and grand