. The princess, a medley. edThey glared upon the women, and aghastThe women stared at these, all silent, saveWhen armor clashd or jingled, while the day,Descending, struck athwart the hall, and shotA flying splendor out of brass and steel,That oer the statues leapt from head to head,Now fired an angry Pallas on the helm,Now set a wrathful Dians moon on flame ; THE PRINCESS. And now and then an echo started up, And shuddering fled from room to room, and died Of fright in far apartments. Then the voiceOf Ida sounded, issuing ordinance :And me they bore up the broad stairs, and throThe long-laid


. The princess, a medley. edThey glared upon the women, and aghastThe women stared at these, all silent, saveWhen armor clashd or jingled, while the day,Descending, struck athwart the hall, and shotA flying splendor out of brass and steel,That oer the statues leapt from head to head,Now fired an angry Pallas on the helm,Now set a wrathful Dians moon on flame ; THE PRINCESS. And now and then an echo started up, And shuddering fled from room to room, and died Of fright in far apartments. Then the voiceOf Ida sounded, issuing ordinance :And me they bore up the broad stairs, and throThe long-laid galleries past a hundred doorsTo one deep chamber shut from sound, and dueTo languid limbs and sickness; left me in it;And others otherwhere they laid ; and allThat afternoon a sound arose of hoofAnd chariot, many a maiden passing homeTill happier times ; but some were left of thoseHeld sagest, and the great lords out and in,From those two hosts that lay beside the wall,Walkd at their will, and everything was changed. 360.


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