Chorus
What pow'r, ah me! what pow'r of those that rule,
Delighted with the task, the ocean-waves,
Holding his sleepless seat; what god enthroned
On high Olympus; or what conscious stream
That rolls his flood into the Bosphorus,
If he hath seen the stern unyielding Chief,
Will tell me where he wanders? Hard for me
After long toils to sink in blank despair,
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Nor find where from my sight conceal'd he lies.
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Ajax. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.