The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume 1

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W. Baxter, 1823 - 452 pages
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Page 293 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Page 275 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 170 - What a requital she from Jason finds. Of food regardless, and in sorrow sunk She lies, and melts in tears each tedious hour Since first she knew her lord had injured her; Nor lifts her eye, nor lifts her face from th' earth, Deaf to her friends...
Page 92 - Or grasp the sword, or drug the poison'd bowl, Or plan some deep design to kill thy husband, And this his son, before thou find thy death From them: if thou delay, thy life is lost: For when beneath one roof two foes are met, The one must perish.
Page 130 - ... well it had beseem'd them With honor to have died for thee, to have saved Their son with honor, glorious in their death. They had no child but thee, they had no hope Of other offspring, shouldst thou die ; and I Might thus have lived, thou mightst have lived till age Crept slowly on, nor wouldst thou heave the sigh Thus of thy wife deprived, nor train alone Thy orphan children.
Page 129 - No longer hold me up, hold me no longer ; Here lay me down : I have not strength to stand : Death is hard by, dark night creeps o'er my eyes. My children, O my children, now no more, Your mother is no more : farewell ! May you More happy see the golden light of heaven ! Admetus.
Page 453 - Should these die, myself Preserved, of prosperous future could I form One cheerful hope ? A poor forsaken virgin who would deign To take in marriage? Who would wish for sons From one so wretched ? Better then to die, Than bear such undeserved miseries ; One less illustrious this might more beseem.
Page 339 - Each various part, That constitutes the frame of man, returns Whence it was taken ; to th...
Page 169 - Her course to Colchis through the clashing rocks Of the black Euxine ; that in Pelion's groves The pine had ne'er been fell'd ; nor at the oars The heroes...
Page 118 - Tantane me tenuit vivendi, nate, voluptas, ut pro me hostili paterer succedere dextrae, quem genui? tuane haec genitor per vulnera servor, morte tua vivens ? Heu, nunc misero mihi demum exitium infelix, nunc alte vulnus adactum.

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