Selections from the Choric Poetry of the Greek Dramatic WritersB. Fellowes, 1832 - 246 sidor |
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... 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 greene yeares , that wither thus and fade ? " LORD SURREY . As the decline of life is ...
... 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 greene yeares , that wither thus and fade ? " LORD SURREY . As the decline of life is ...
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... spear and hand of might Is marshalled with them for the fight ; Nor these are there alone ; The bird is nigh of rapid pinion , The Eagle , to whose proud dominion Quail all the fowls that fly ; 11 ( 3 ) In Chaucer's Assembly of Fowls ...
... spear and hand of might Is marshalled with them for the fight ; Nor these are there alone ; The bird is nigh of rapid pinion , The Eagle , to whose proud dominion Quail all the fowls that fly ; 11 ( 3 ) In Chaucer's Assembly of Fowls ...
Sida 13
ESCH . AGAM . Hard by the halls of regal state , Upon the spear - hand perched they wait . Greece awhile must weep and wail ; 9 May the right at last prevail ! The Seer upon the Atridæ turns ; With glance prophetic he discerns The ...
ESCH . AGAM . Hard by the halls of regal state , Upon the spear - hand perched they wait . Greece awhile must weep and wail ; 9 May the right at last prevail ! The Seer upon the Atridæ turns ; With glance prophetic he discerns The ...
Sida 31
... spear and shield , The terrors of the battle field , The fleet's array ; —and ruin bore For dowry to the Trojan shore . Daring what none should dare , she sped , And passed the gates with hurried tread , Then , while aloud their dirges ...
... spear and shield , The terrors of the battle field , The fleet's array ; —and ruin bore For dowry to the Trojan shore . Daring what none should dare , she sped , And passed the gates with hurried tread , Then , while aloud their dirges ...
Sida 34
... thy dust return , A little burden in a little urn . Was it for this I watched thine infant charms , And blessed thee , while thy weight fatigued mine arms ? For ESCH . AGAM . When spears are met in fight 34 ESCH . AGAM .
... thy dust return , A little burden in a little urn . Was it for this I watched thine infant charms , And blessed thee , while thy weight fatigued mine arms ? For ESCH . AGAM . When spears are met in fight 34 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...