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250 A voice well versed in pain;

Like Mariandyne mourner's strain,

A doleful, tear-fraught wail.

Pour notes of doleful sound,

A voice of wailing, fraught with grief profound;

From me hath changeful Fortune turned away.

With groans I too will pay

Due honour to our city's bale—

Our sea-inflicted woes;

Yea, like the anguished throes

Of child-reft sire, shall sound my tear-fraught wail.

Our ship-fenced Ares from the Ionian's might

Dire mischief did sustain,

In shock of changeful fight;

The mournful-fated coast shearing and land-bound main.

Cry woe! search out the worst; woe, woe!