ORESTES
So be it! yet not out of course I ask
What mean these off'rings? By what motive swayed,
Seeks she too late to med'cine cureless bale?
For to the dead, who heeds it not, she sends
A sorry tribute ;—I divine it not!
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Her crime o'ertops the gift;—for should we pour
Earth's treasures to atone for one man's blood,
Vain were the toil;-so runs the ancient saw.
But if thou knowest answer to my prayer.
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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