Unto that bridal strain,
That hymeneal chorus which to chant
Fell to the lot of all the bridegroom's kin.[[324]]
But learning other song,
Priam's ancient city now
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Bewaileth sore, and calls on Paris' name,
Wedded in fatal wedlock; all the time
[*]Enduring tear-fraught life
[*]For all the blood its citizens had lost.