GetPassage urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg001.perseus-eng2:112-115 urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg001.perseus-eng2:112-115

Such piteous strains of woe I utter in my pain, now shrill, now deep, blended with falling tears—Alas, alas!groans appropriate to funeral wails; though I live, I chant my own dirge.