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... ; that adopted by Professor Scholefield and some other commentators may be thus rendered : Not thus are soothed the sisters dire , Whose altars never gleam with fire . ESCH . AGAM . There , with feebleness opprest , 6 ESCH . AGAM .
... ; that adopted by Professor Scholefield and some other commentators may be thus rendered : Not thus are soothed the sisters dire , Whose altars never gleam with fire . ESCH . AGAM . There , with feebleness opprest , 6 ESCH . AGAM .
Sida 7
... never deign to dwell . When the leaf of life is sere , 5 Age as weakly wields the spear , 17 ( 3 ) " My way of life SHAKSPEARE . Macbeth : Is fallen into the sere , the yellow leaf . " " What cold again is able to restore My fresh ...
... never deign to dwell . When the leaf of life is sere , 5 Age as weakly wields the spear , 17 ( 3 ) " My way of life SHAKSPEARE . Macbeth : Is fallen into the sere , the yellow leaf . " " What cold again is able to restore My fresh ...
Sida 21
... so fair . ” ( 14 ) The third libation was always offered to Jupiter Soter , and was an acknowledgment of prosperity , which was considered as a boon resulting from his protection . What followed then I never saw ; Not mine to.
... so fair . ” ( 14 ) The third libation was always offered to Jupiter Soter , and was an acknowledgment of prosperity , which was considered as a boon resulting from his protection . What followed then I never saw ; Not mine to.
Sida 22
What followed then I never saw ; Not mine to tell the tale : Yet may not Fate's unerring law , By Calchas uttered , fail . This just decree alone I know ; Man must be disciplined by woe . To me , whate'er of good or ill The future ...
What followed then I never saw ; Not mine to tell the tale : Yet may not Fate's unerring law , By Calchas uttered , fail . This just decree alone I know ; Man must be disciplined by woe . To me , whate'er of good or ill The future ...
Sida 29
... never ends , " Hopes conceived and baffled ever , " Bootless quest and vain endeavour . " See also a little song of Goethe's , entitled Die Freude : " Es flattert um die Quelle Die wechselnde Libelle , Mich Such was Paris - he , who ...
... never ends , " Hopes conceived and baffled ever , " Bootless quest and vain endeavour . " See also a little song of Goethe's , entitled Die Freude : " Es flattert um die Quelle Die wechselnde Libelle , Mich Such was Paris - he , who ...
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Admetus Æschylus AGAM Agamemnon airy ancient ANTIG Antigone Apollo Argive ARGUMENT Atreus Atridæ Bacchus beneath bird blast bless blest breath bride bright Calchas Cephisus Ceres child Chorus Clytemnestra Compare Creon dance dark death doom dream E'en earth Edipus ESCH EUMEN EURIP Eurynome fair Fate fleet following Ode Furies Goddess Gods golden grace Greece halls hast hath haunts heaven Helen Ismenus Jove life's Lord maid melancholy mortal mother Ne'er night o'er ocean Pallas passage Phoebus prayer pride round shade shore shrine Simoïs Sirmio slain smiles song SOPH Sophocles sorrow soul spear steeds sway tears Thebes thee thine thou throne toil tresses vengeance waves ween weep wild wing αἱ ἀλλ ἂν ἄρα γὰρ δὲ δὴ Διὸς ἐγὼ ἐκ ἐν ἐπὶ ἔστι θεῶν καὶ μὲν νῦν οὐ οὐδὲ οὐκ πρῶτον τὰ τε τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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Sida 106 - Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
Sida 81 - Possessions vanish, and opinions change, And passions hold a fluctuating seat : But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken, And subject neither to eclipse nor wane, Duty exists; — immutably survive, For our support, the measures and the forms, Which an abstract intelligence supplies; Whose kingdom is, where time and space are not.
Sida 90 - And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird!* A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong. Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch!
Sida 88 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Sida 58 - Wohl dem, der frei von Schuld und Fehle Bewahrt die kindlich reine Seele! Ihm dürfen wir nicht rächend nahn, Er wandelt frei des Lebens Bahn. Doch wehe, wehe, wer verstohlen Des Mordes schwere Tat vollbracht!
Sida 192 - The destinee, ministre general, That executeth in the world over al The purveiance, that God hath sen beforne; So strong it is, that though the world had sworne The contrary of a thing by ya or nay, Yet somtime it shall fallen on a day That falleth nat efte in a thousand yere.
Sida 90 - This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
Sida 90 - Oh! idle thought! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch ! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme When he had better far have...
Sida 57 - Glut, In ihren Wangen fließt kein Blut; Und wo die Haare lieblich flattern, Um Menschenstirnen freundlich wehn, Da sieht man Schlangen hier und Nattern Die giftgeschwollnen Bäuche blähn.
Sida 43 - In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head...