I pray the gods to quit me of my toils,
To close the watch I keep, this livelong year;
For as a watch-dog lying, not at rest,
Propped on one arm, upon the palace-roof
Of Atreus’ race, too long, too well I know
The starry conclave of the midnight sky,
Too well, the splendours of the firmament,
The lords of light, whose kingly aspect shows-
What time they set or climb the sky in turn-
The year’s divisions, bringing frost or fire.
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Langue Anglais ● Format EPUB ● Pages 135 ● ISBN 9783749436996 ● Taille du fichier 0.4 MB ● Maison d’édition Books on Demand ● Publié 2019 ● Édition 1 ● Téléchargeable 24 mois ● Devise EUR ● ID 7422475 ● Protection contre la copie DRM sociale