Brought low in death, and wrought o'erwhelming woe.
Antistrophe I
Chor. O Power that dost attack
Our palace and the two Tantalidæ,[[389]]
[*]And dost through women wield
[*]A might that grieves my heart![[390]]
And o'er the body, like a raven foul,
Against all laws of right,
[*]Standing, she boasteth in her pride of heart[[391]]
That she can chant her pæan hymn of praise.