author: aeschylus aeschylus

The Prometheus Bound

... an alien harvest mows down man! For lo, this land had pity on our plight, And unto us were merciful and leal, To us, the piteous flock, who at Zeus' altar kneel! They scornèd not the pleas of maidenhood, Nor with the young men's will ...

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