O thou great wealth of glory, stored Of old in ilion, year by year We watched .
"The Trojan Women of Euripides"
Euripides
And forth, lo, the women go, The crown of War, the crown of Woe, To bear the children of the foe And weep, weep, for ilion!
"The Trojan Women of Euripides"
Euripides
While Hector fought, and thousands at his side, Ye smote us, and we perished; and now, now, When all are dead and ilion lieth low, Ye dread this innocent!
"The Trojan Women of Euripides"
Euripides
