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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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Of Diomedes or the Hippadai, Before the temples and among the tombs,Than tolerate the grim felicityOf harsh Lakonia! Ours the fasts and feasts,Choës and Chutroi; ours the sacred grove,Agora, Dikasteria, Poikilé,Pnux, Keramikos; Salamis in sight,Psuttalia, Marathon itself, not far!Ours the great Dionusiac theatre,And tragic triad of immortal fames,Aischulos, Sophokles, Euripides!To Athens, all of us that have a soul,Follow me!" And I wrought so with my prayer,That certain of my kinsfolk crossed the straitAnd found a ship at Kaunos; well-disposedBecause the Captain—where did he draw breathFirst but within Psuttalia? Thither fledA few like-minded as ourselves. We turned
