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Now from the fatal place another flies,
Falls in her flight, and languishes, and dies.
Another on her sister drops in death;
A fifth in trembling terrors yields her breath;
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Struck with the rest, and mingl'd with the slain.
One only daughter lives, and she the least;
The queen close clasp'd the daughter to her breast:
"Ye heav'nly pow'rs, ah spare me one," she cry'd,
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In vain she begs, the Fates her suit deny,
In her embrace she sees her daughter die.
[1]"The queen of all her family bereft,
"Without or husband, son, or daughter left,
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"Made no impression on her stiff'ning hair.
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