----- 束缚中的精神
PrologueAs of old Phœnician men, to the Tin Isles sailingStraight against the sunset and the edges of the earth,Chaunted loud above the storm and the strange sea's wailing,Legends of their people and the land that gave them birth -Sang aloud to Baal-Peor, sang unto the horned maiden,Sang how they should come again with the Brethon treasure laden,Sang of all the pride and glory of their hardy enterprise,How they found the outer islands, where the unknown stars arise;And the rowers down below, rowing hard as they could row,Toiling at the stroke and feather through the wet and weary weather,
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