Nor did he, dying, stain the soil with blood,
There in his home. But this man's godless sire,[[397]]
Atreus, more prompt than kindly in his deeds,
On plea of keeping festal day with cheer,
To my sire banquet gave of children's flesh,
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His own. The feet and finger-tips of hands
[*]He, sitting at the top, apart concealed;
And straight the other, in his blindness taking
The parts that could not be discerned, did eat