Of fear and full of tears comes o'er mine eyes,
Thy frame beholding thus,
Writhing on these high rocks
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In adamantine ills.
New pilots now o'er high Olympos rule,
And with new-fashioned laws
Zeus reigns, down-trampling right,
And all the ancient powers He sweeps away.
Prom. Ah! would that 'neath the Earth, 'neath Hades too,