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.
Köp den här e-boken och få 1 till GRATIS!
Språk Engelska ● Formatera EPUB ● Sidor 135 ● ISBN 9783749436996 ● Filstorlek 0.4 MB ● Utgivare Books on Demand ● Publicerad 2019 ● Utgåva 1 ● Nedladdningsbara 24 månader ● Valuta EUR ● ID 7422475 ● Kopieringsskydd Social DRM