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94 With deedful hand and lance the furious fowl of the air

Flattothrat toflattothrat!

That the wild wind-walking hounds unhindered tear

Flattothrat toflattothrat!

And War toward Aias leaned his weight,

Flattothrat toflattothrait!"

What's Flattothrat? Was it from Marathon

You gathered this wool-gatherer's stuflf, or where?

Clean was the place I found them, clean the place

I brought them, loath to glean with Phrynichus

The same enchanted meadow of the Muse.

But any place will do for him to poach,

Drink-ditties of Melêtus, Carian pipings,

And wakes, and dancing songs.—Here, let me show you!

Ho, some one bring my lyre! But no; what need

Of lyres for this stuff? Where's the wench that plays

The bones?—Approach, Euripidean Muse,

These songs are meet for your accompaniment!

This Muse was once no Lesbian; not at all!

Ye halcyons by the dancing sea

Who babble everlastingly,

While on your bathing pinions fall

The dewy foam-sprays, fresh and free;

And, oh, ye spiders deft to crawl

In many a chink of roof and wall,