Breathing forth rage in sleep,—at dead of night
From the recesses of these royal halls,
Rang out a cry of wild affright
That heavy on the women's chambers falls.
And dream-interpreters proclaim
Pledged to the truth, in Heaven's name,
That unavenged 'neath earth, the slain
Against their slayers wrathfully complain.
STROPHE II.
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Such graceless grace, against the threatened ill
Devising cure, (oh fostering earth!)
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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