The Bacchae
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- Alas, if ever ye can know again The truth of what ye did, what pain of pain That truth shall bring! Or were it best to wait Darkened for evermore, and deem your state Not misery, though ye know no happiness?
- What seest thou here to chide, or not to bless?
- Raise me thine eyes to yon blue dome of air!
- 'Tis done. What dost thou bid me seek for there?
- Is it the same, or changèd in thy sight?
- More shining than before, more heavenly bright!
- And that wild tremor, is it with thee still?
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