Selections from the Choric Poetry of the Greek Dramatic WritersB. Fellowes, 1832 - 246 sidor |
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... prayer , " Greece awhile must weep and wail ; " May the right at last prevail . " Jove the race that dwell below , Little of thy nature know ; Yet if thou wilt list to us , Willing that we name thee thus , Soothe my soul , that ...
... prayer , " Greece awhile must weep and wail ; " May the right at last prevail . " Jove the race that dwell below , Little of thy nature know ; Yet if thou wilt list to us , Willing that we name thee thus , Soothe my soul , that ...
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... prayer . Like kid they lift her from the ground , Her form in flowing drapery wound , Her head declining : Her features fair around In haste the bands they bound , Tightened to curb the sound Of words repining , To bar the bitter ...
... prayer . Like kid they lift her from the ground , Her form in flowing drapery wound , Her head declining : Her features fair around In haste the bands they bound , Tightened to curb the sound Of words repining , To bar the bitter ...
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... words appear : Till then , while singly thus we stand , The bulwark of our Apian land , Still shall my prayers to heaven ascend , That doubt in happiness may end . ESCH . AGAM . 346 . ARGUMENT . THE Chorus 22 ESCH . AGAM .
... words appear : Till then , while singly thus we stand , The bulwark of our Apian land , Still shall my prayers to heaven ascend , That doubt in happiness may end . ESCH . AGAM . 346 . ARGUMENT . THE Chorus 22 ESCH . AGAM .
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... of many , thereby provoking the anger of the Gods . They conclude with a prayer that their own condition in life may be neither so high as to excite envy , nor so abject as to be exposed to insult . ESCH . AGAM . 346 . PRAISE to thee ,
... of many , thereby provoking the anger of the Gods . They conclude with a prayer that their own condition in life may be neither so high as to excite envy , nor so abject as to be exposed to insult . ESCH . AGAM . 346 . PRAISE to thee ,
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... , Ad un volo più lontano , ' Corron sempre , e sempre in vano , Fin che guingano i mortali , Tra l'inganno e tra la speme , Infelici a l'ore estreme . " " Dis- ESCH . AGAM . No more his prayers the Gods 28 ESCH . AGAM .
... , Ad un volo più lontano , ' Corron sempre , e sempre in vano , Fin che guingano i mortali , Tra l'inganno e tra la speme , Infelici a l'ore estreme . " " Dis- ESCH . AGAM . No more his prayers the Gods 28 ESCH . AGAM .
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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...