Tell, O Queen, and reject us not, All that can or that may be told, And healer be to this aching thought, Which one time hovereth, evil-cold, And then from the fires thou kindlest Will Hope be kindled, and hungry Care Fall back for a little while, nor tear The heart that beateth below my breast.
— from The Agamemnon of Aeschylus Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes by Aeschylus
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