The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume 1W. Baxter, 1823 - 452 pages |
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... CHOR . O Piety ! Reverest thou not the gods , Nor Cadmus , who the earth - born harvest sow'd ? Son of Echion , why defame thy race ! TIRES . A wise man , when he takes occasions fair To hold discourse , finds words that promptly flow ...
... CHOR . O Piety ! Reverest thou not the gods , Nor Cadmus , who the earth - born harvest sow'd ? Son of Echion , why defame thy race ! TIRES . A wise man , when he takes occasions fair To hold discourse , finds words that promptly flow ...
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... CHOR . Thy words , old man , disgrace not Phoebus : wise Art thou thus honouring Bacchus , the great god . CADM . Well hath Tiresias counsell'd thee , my son ; Abide with us , no outrage to the laws , For now thou fliest from us ...
... CHOR . Thy words , old man , disgrace not Phoebus : wise Art thou thus honouring Bacchus , the great god . CADM . Well hath Tiresias counsell'd thee , my son ; Abide with us , no outrage to the laws , For now thou fliest from us ...
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... CHOR . Who is this ? Who calls me ? Whence this voice , this bacchic shout ? BACC . Evoe ! Again I call , the son of Jove CHOR . And Semele . It is his voice , our lord ; Evoe , come quickly to thy hallow'd band ! 617. Proculdubio hic ...
... CHOR . Who is this ? Who calls me ? Whence this voice , this bacchic shout ? BACC . Evoe ! Again I call , the son of Jove CHOR . And Semele . It is his voice , our lord ; Evoe , come quickly to thy hallow'd band ! 617. Proculdubio hic ...
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... CHOR . What could I but despair ? For who should be My guardian , if on thee misfortune fell ? How art thou free from his unhallow'd hands ? BACC . With ease I freed myself ; no work of toil . CHOR . Did not the tyrant bind thy hands in ...
... CHOR . What could I but despair ? For who should be My guardian , if on thee misfortune fell ? How art thou free from his unhallow'd hands ? BACC . With ease I freed myself ; no work of toil . CHOR . Did not the tyrant bind thy hands in ...
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... CHOR . The words of freedom to a tyrant's ear I dread to utter , yet they shall be utter'd : This Bacchus is inferior to no god . PENT . These insults of the Bacchæ , like a flame , Are kindled near us , a reproach to Greece . This is ...
... CHOR . The words of freedom to a tyrant's ear I dread to utter , yet they shall be utter'd : This Bacchus is inferior to no god . PENT . These insults of the Bacchæ , like a flame , Are kindled near us , a reproach to Greece . This is ...
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Admetus Adrastus AGAV Alcmena AMPH ANTIS Argive Argos arms Athens aught BACC Bacchus bear behold beneath blood CADM Cadmus Capaneus CHOR CHORUS Creon CREU Creusa dames daring daughter dead death deed dost thou dreadful e'en e'er earth Electryon ETEO Eteocles Euripides Eurystheus eyes fate father friends gainst glory gods grace Greece grief hallow'd hand hast thou hath hear heart hence HERC Hercules HIPP Hippolytus honour Iolaus Ismenus Jove king land light lord Medea MESS mortal mother mournful nuptial o'er PENT Pentheus Phoebus Pittheus Polynices pow'r rage rais'd realms reverence ruin shalt shew shrine soul spear stranger STRO tears Theban Thebes thee Theseus thine thou art thou hast thy sons thy words toils tow'rs Tydeus unhappy vengeance virgin voice whilst wife wilt thou wish wou'dst thou wretched XUTH Xuthus youth
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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.