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But again my heart throbs as I hear this pitiful lament. [410] At once I am devoid of hope and my viscera are darkened at the words I hear. But when hope once again lifts and strengthens me, [415] it puts away my distress and dawns brightly on me.
Aeschylus. Aeschylus, with an English translation by Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. in two volumes. 2. Libation Bearers. Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. Cambridge, MA. Harvard University Press. 1926.
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