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The Phoenissae By Euripides.
ANTIGONE I see him, yes! but not distinctly; 'tis but the outline of his form the semblance of his stalwart limbs I see. Would I could speed through the sky, swift as a cloud before the wind, towards my own dear brother, and throw my arms about my darling's neck, so long, poor boy! an exile.
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