Still radiant from the Ten Years’ war;
Or blazon there the Titan race
Beneath the Thunderer’s wrath oppressed,
And every godlike head declining
Upon the thunder-blasted breast.
ANTISTROPHE II.
Alas my people, and alas
My fathers, and my country’s shore!
And thou, O Troy—’tis Fate’s decree—
Farewell! I see thy face no more!