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PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Attenuate, against the lofty rocks,
To guard this tenantless and lonely hill—
Nathless bewail not o'er my present woes,
But on the plain descending, what shall come,
Attend, that ye may learn the perfect whole,
Obey me, nymphs, obey me; labour with
Him who is toiling now; for wand'ring Woe
Sits at the feet of every one by turns.
Chorus.
Prometheus; and with lightsome feet,
Leaving my quickly-motion'd seat,
Leaving the holy air, the way of birds,
Anon I reach this promontory.
And yearn to hear thy woful story.
