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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Bahasa Inggeris ● Format EPUB ● Halaman-halaman 135 ● ISBN 9783749436996 ● Saiz fail 0.4 MB ● Penerbit Books on Demand ● Diterbitkan 2019 ● Edisi 1 ● Muat turun 24 bulan ● Mata wang EUR ● ID 7422475 ● Salin perlindungan Social DRM