Drop, drop in our sleep, upon the heart sorrow falls, memory’s pain, and to us, though against our very will, even in our own despite, comes wisdom, by the awful grace of God.[3]
(--in Edith Hamilton’s 1937 AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon 179-183)
Drop, drop in our sleep, upon the heart sorrow falls, memory’s pain, and to us, though against our very will, even in our own despite, comes wisdom, by the awful grace of God.[3]
(--in Edith Hamilton’s 1937 AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon 179-183)
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