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[469] Haste, haste hither with nimble-footed pace, let us sing
Sparta, the city that delights in           divinely sweet and graceful
dances, when our maidens bound lightly by the river side, like frolicsome
fillies, beating the ground with rapid steps and shaking their long locks
in the wind, as Bacchantes wave their wands in the wild revels of the
Wine-god.