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68 | #!/usr/bin/env python
# -*- coding: UTF-8 -*-
"""
For mortals Peace has blessings in her hands, plenty and poesy's nectared flowers.
And for the immortals thighs of oxen and long-fleeced sheep burn in yellow flames on
rich-carved altars.
Athletic sports and the flute and festive dances busy the young.
But in the shields' iron-bound handles the tawny spider weaves her webs, and the
long-shafted spear-heads and double-edged swords are marred with rust.
Nor is the brazen clarion heard frightening sweet slumber, foul-caresser, from the eyelids.
But joyous revelry fills the streets, and notes of love-songs tremble in the air.
"""
# Syllable lists
syllables = {
'hard sound': [
'for', 'poe', 'nec', 'tar', 'for', 'long', 'burn', 'yell', 'let',
'dan', 'but', 'bound', 'taw', 'long', 'dou', 'rust', 'bra',
'clar', 'foul', 'car', 'lid', 'but', 'joy', 'trem'
],
'soft sound': [
'mor', 'in', 'han', 'flow', 'mor', 'thigh', 'flee', 'in', 'on',
'all', 'flu', 'fes', 'young', 'in', 'han', 'web', 'are', 'mar',
'nor', 'fri', 'ing', 'ress', 'from', 'eye', 'ous', 'fill', 'no',
'song', 'in'
],
'hard noise': [
'tal', 'ble', 'ds', 'ty', 'rd', 'tal', 'ox', 'st', 'ms', 'carv',
'd', 'tars', 'tic', 'ts', 't', 'ds', 'bs', 'fted', 'spear', 'ds',
'ble', 'edged', 'ds', 'rd', 'd', 'ten', 'ds', 's', 'stree', 'ts',
'ts', 's', 'ble'
],
'soft noise': [
'ings', 'her', 'sy', 'wer', 'of', 'en', 'flay', 'rich',
'ath', 'sez', 'sy', 'vs', 'her', 'sha', 'hea', 'with',
'zn', 'her', 'er', 'l', 'ry', 'of', 's', 's', 's', 's', 's', 's'
],
'hard sound-noise': [
'peace', 'plen', 'the', 'im', 'low', 'spor', 'the', 'tiv', 'biz',
'the', 'the', 'dles', 'the', 'ny', 'der', 'the', 'the', 'ber',
'the', 'rev', 'the', 'the'
],
'soft sound-noise': [
'sheep', 'has', 'sheil', 'and', 'sweet', 'slum', 'and', 'and', 'and',
'and', 'iron', 'spi', 'weav', 'and', 'and', 'swor', 'is', 'rion',
'and', 'love', 'air'
]
}
"""
Peace give birth to great wealth for mortals,
to the flowers of honey-sweet songs,
to sacrifices for the gods --
thighs of oxen and fleecy sheep
burning in a blond flame on decorated altars --
to young men's concern for athletics, flute-playing and good times.
On the iron grips of shields
red-brown spiders spin their webs;
rust subdues sharp spears
and double-edged swords.
There is no noise of bronze trumpets,
and sleep -- honey for the mind --
still soothes the heart at dawn:
it is not pillaged from men's eyelids.
The streets are laden with lovely feasts,
and the singing of boys rises like a flame.
"""
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