ANTIGONE.
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Or o'er Parnassian height,
Or where the waters bright
Make their perpetual moan to shores on either hand.
Antistroph. II.
O Thou that lead'st the choir
Of stars in yonder skies
That breathe with living fire,
The Lord and ruler of the night's loud cries;
Child of great Zeus adored!
Appear, O King! with all thy Thyiad train,
Who, all night long, in dance that fires the brain,
Raise shouts of ecstasy,
With fierce and frenzied cry,
Still honouring thee, Iacchos. King and Lord.
