Eke her sister's embrace nor less her mother's endearments,
Who in despair bewept her hapless child that so gladly
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Chose before every and each the lively wooing of Theseus?
Or how borne by the ship to the yeasting shore-line of Dia
Came she? or how when bound her eyes in bondage of slumber
Left her that chosen mate with mind unmindful departing?
Often (they tell) with heart inflamed by fiery fury
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Poured she shrilling of shrieks from deepest depths of her bosom;