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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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9788892570801 ● Mărime fișier 1.7 MB ● Editura Aeschylus ● Publicat 2016 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 5176804 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social