Alack, alack, sisters, we have toiled,
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O much and vainly have we toiled and borne!
Vainly! and all we wrought the gods have foiled,
And turnèd us to scorn!
He hath slipped from the net, whom we chased: he hath 'scaped us who should be our prey—
O'ermastered by slumber we sank, and our quarry hath stolen away!
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Eumenides. Aeschylus. Edmund Doidge Anderson Morshead (Translator). . .