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Woe for their end forlorn!

The bodies, thou dost say, of dear ones lost,

Full oft immersed, in death are tost,

By floating robes upborne.

Nothing our bows availed; but all our host

Perished, by shock o'ercome of naval prows.

Shriek out a bitter wail

For those in death laid low;

How have the gods in all things wrought us bale!

Woe for the perished army! woe!

O, Salamis, most hateful name to hear!

Athens, alas! remembering thee I groan.

O Athens, name of dread

To foes! For we recall