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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Língua Inglês ● Formato EPUB ● Páginas 135 ● ISBN 9783749436996 ● Tamanho do arquivo 0.4 MB ● Editora Books on Demand ● Publicado 2019 ● Edição 1 ● Carregável 24 meses ● Moeda EUR ● ID 7422475 ● Proteção contra cópia DRM social