Still far from being filled full.[[330]] And even yet
The captured city by its smoke is seen,
[*]The incense clouds of Atè live on still;
And, in the act of dying with its prey,
From richest store the dust sends savours sweet.
For these things it is meet to give the Gods
Thank-offerings long-enduring; for our nets
Of vengeance we set close, and for a woman
Our Argive monster laid the city low,[[331]]
Foaled by the mare, a people bearing shield,