Citadel has 3 syllables and the stress is on the first syllable.
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| 1. | What is out of the lips, is out of the citadel. | |
| 2. | Those indignant winds grumble with a loud murmuring around the confines of the mountain; Aeolus sits in his high citadel, holding his scepter, and he soothes their spirits and tempers their rages: if he did not do this, they would surely snatch away seas and lands and the deep heaven itself, and sweep them off through the windy sky. | |
| 3. | Hotly the Tyrians are at work. These draw / the bastions' lines, roll stones and trench the ground; / or build the citadel. | |
| 4. | "Then first Thymaetes cries aloud, to go / and through the gates the monstrous horse convey / and lodge it in the citadel. E'en so / his fraud or Troy's dark fates were working for our woe." | |
| 5. | "Thus while they waver and, perplex with doubt, / urge diverse counsels, and in parts divide, / lo, from the citadel, foremost of a rout, / breathless Laocoon runs, and from afar cries out: / 'Ah! wretched townsmen! do ye think the foe / gone, or that guileless are their gifts? O blind / with madness! Thus Ulysses do ye know?'" | |
| 6. | "But when Ulysses, fain / to weave new crimes, with Tydeus' impious son / dragged the Palladium from her sacred fane, / and, on the citadel the warders slain, / upon the virgin's image dared to lay / red hands of slaughter, and her wreaths profane, / hope ebbed and failed them from that fatal day, / the Danaans' strength grew weak, the goddess turned away. / No dubious signs Tritonia's wrath declared." | |
| 7. | But heedless, blind with frenzy, one and all / up to the sacred citadel we strain, / and there the ill-omened prodigy install. | |
| 8. | "High in the citadel the monstrous frame / pours forth an armed deluge to the day, / and Sinon, puffed with triumph, spreads the flame. / Part throng the gates, part block each narrow way; / such hosts Mycenae sends, such thousands to the fray." | |
| 9. | "See, on the citadel, all grim with gore, / red-robed, and with the Gorgon shield aglow, / Tritonian Pallas bids the conflict roar." | |
| 10. | Down from the citadel I haste below, / through foe, through fire, the goddes for my guide. / Harmless the darts give way, the sloping flames divide. |