Led hither from my native land,
'Tis mine the menial's lot to bear.
Their acts, whose will my fortune sways,
Just or unjust, I needs must praise:
†Beneath my vest grief's anguished throes
Shrouding, I quell my bitter hate;-
While numbed in heart by secret woes,
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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