Strophe
Able am I to utter, setting forth
The might from omens sprung
[*]What met the heroes as they journeyed on,
(For still, by God's great gift,
My age, yet linked with strength,
[*]Breathes suasive power of song,)
How the Achæans' twin-throned majesty,
Accordant rulers of the youth of Hellas,
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