ATALANTA IN CALYDON.
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My name that was a healing, it is changed,
My name is a consuming. From this time,
Though mine eyes reach to the end of all these things,
My lips shall not unfasten till I die.
SEMICHORUS.
And the ways thereof with tears;
She arose, she girdled her sides,
She set her face as a bride’s;
She wept, and she had no pity;
Trembled, and felt no fears.
SEMICHORUS.
Her brows were fresh as the day;
She girdled herself with gold,
Her robes were manifold;
But the days of her worship are done,
Her praise is taken away.
SEMICHORUS.
With her mouth she kindled the same;
As the mouth of a flute-player,
So was the mouth of her;
