Selections from the Choric Poetry of the Greek Dramatic WritersB. Fellowes, 1832 - 246 sidor |
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... strains , for sorrow meet , Ring through Priam's crumbling street ; O'er her sons untimely dead , Hath that ancient city shed Many a tear ; and clasped in vain Warrior - sons in battle slain , And , taught to loathe the bridal song ...
... strains , for sorrow meet , Ring through Priam's crumbling street ; O'er her sons untimely dead , Hath that ancient city shed Many a tear ; and clasped in vain Warrior - sons in battle slain , And , taught to loathe the bridal song ...
Sida 57
... strain severe , And pour on mortal ear , What mighty honours to our race belong . ( 1 ) Obviously imitated from this , is the song of the Furies in a ballad of Schiller's : " Ein schwarzer Mantel schlägt die Lenden , Sie schwingen in ...
... strain severe , And pour on mortal ear , What mighty honours to our race belong . ( 1 ) Obviously imitated from this , is the song of the Furies in a ballad of Schiller's : " Ein schwarzer Mantel schlägt die Lenden , Sie schwingen in ...
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ESCH . EUMEN . Never harp's responsive chord Quivers when that strain is poured . When the web of Fate was spun , First my service was begun ; Him I tend , who , spurning laws , Blood hath shed without a cause , Till he lie entombed in ...
ESCH . EUMEN . Never harp's responsive chord Quivers when that strain is poured . When the web of Fate was spun , First my service was begun ; Him I tend , who , spurning laws , Blood hath shed without a cause , Till he lie entombed in ...
Sida 90
... strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit . " In this opinion he is supported by Chaucer : " Then dothe the Nightingale her might To makin noise and singen blithe . " SOPH . CED . COL . Curled in many a 90 SQPH . D. COL .
... strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit . " In this opinion he is supported by Chaucer : " Then dothe the Nightingale her might To makin noise and singen blithe . " SOPH . CED . COL . Curled in many a 90 SQPH . D. COL .
Sida 94
... strains , For him who wins the day ; Around his throbbing brow , Obedient to decrees Of ancient Hercules , See the Eleian arbiter display The silvery olive bough ; The olive , that from Ister's shore Alcmena's son in triumph bore ...
... strains , For him who wins the day ; Around his throbbing brow , Obedient to decrees Of ancient Hercules , See the Eleian arbiter display The silvery olive bough ; The olive , that from Ister's shore Alcmena's son in triumph bore ...
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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...