Had told for ever
Thy feats of battle, and with glory crowned
Thy high endeavour.
ANTISTROPHE II.
Chorus.
Ah! would that thou hadst found thy end
There, where dear friend fell with friend,
And marched with them to Hades dread,
The monarch of the awful dead,[n28]
Sitting beside the throne with might
Of them that rule the realms of night;