Andrew Lang,
New Collected Rhymes
(1905)
“ Now of the sorrows of Menfolk that fifty years have been, Now of the Grace of the Commune I sing, and the days of a Queen! Surely I curse rich Menfolk, “the Wights of the Whirlwind” may they— This is my style of translating ‘Αρπυίαι,—snatch them away! The Rich Thieves rolling in wealth that make profit of labouring men, Surely the Wights of the Whirlwind shall swallow them quick in their den! ”
