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CORINTH

Antipater of Sidon

O Dorian Corinth, where is now thy dazzling beauty? where
Thy crown of towers, thine ancient store of treasures rich and rare?
Where are thy fanes and palaces? Where the Sisyphian wives?
Of all thy thronging myriads, alack, what now survives?
City of sorrows, ne'er a trace of thee is left to-day:
War hath confounded thee, his teeth have eaten all away;
We Nereids of Ocean's race alone from scathe are free,
Abiding here—with halcyon strains to wail the woe of thee.
Anthol. Planud.