[5200] in Moira
brothers brotherson brotherton
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (brotherhood)
Fri Sep 21 11:06:24 2007
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To: "brotherly" <bug-moira@mit.edu>
Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2007 15:03:13 +0000
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broths brotman brott
offer to his hands Whate'er his honour asks, or heart demands." His word
the silver-footed queen attends, And from Olympus' snowy tops descends.
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Arrived, she heard the voice of loud lament, And echoing groans that shook
the lofty tent: His friends prepare the victim, and dispose Repast
unheeded, while he vents his woes The goddess seats her by her pensive
son, She press'd his hand, and tender thus begun: "How long, unhappy!
