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entranced all hearers—we can almost hear the harmony of voices, now rising loud and clear as they hail a prince or victor, and then dying away with a solemn Memnonian cadence as
"They mourn the bridegroom early torn
From his young bride, and set on high—
Strength, courage, virtue's golden morn,
Too good to die."[1]
- ↑ Horace, Od. iv. 2 (Conington's Transl.)