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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Språk Engelska ● Formatera EPUB ● ISBN 9788892570801 ● Filstorlek 1.7 MB ● Utgivare Aeschylus ● Publicerad 2016 ● Nedladdningsbara 24 månader ● Valuta EUR ● ID 5176804 ● Kopieringsskydd Social DRM