Euripides, Volume 3

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Harper, 1844
 

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Page 228 - Thee yet an infant in thy nurse's arms I left, a babe I left thee in the house. Thou art more happy, O my soul, than speech Knows to express. What shall I say ? 'Tis all Surpassing wonder and the power of words. Ores. May we together from this hour be bless
Page 213 - Whatever Grecian to this savage shore Is driven: the previous rites are mine; the deed Of blood, too horrid to be told, devolves On others in the temple: but the rest, In reverence to the goddess, I forbear. But the strange visions which the night now past Brought with it, to the air, if that may soothe My troubled thought, I will relate. I...
Page 173 - Twere folly to attempt it. When roused to rage the madd'ning populace storms, Their fury, like a rolling flame, bursts forth Unquenchable; but give its violence way, It spends itself, and as its force abates Learns to obey, and yields it to your will: Their passions varying thus, now rough with rage, Now melting with soft pity, Wisdom marks The change, and turns it to a rich account. Thus Tyndarus I will move, and th' Argive state, To use their supreme power with gentleness.
Page 221 - twixt the clashing rocks Of our wild sea, are landed on the beach, A grateful offering at Diana's shrine, And victims to the goddess. Haste, prepare The sacred lavers, and the previous rites.
Page 227 - She whom thou seest : but interrupt me not. To Argos, O my brother, ere I die, Bear me from this barbaric land, and far Remove me from this altar's bloody rites, At which to slay the stranger is my charge.
Page 245 - ... thought, That from their chains unloosed, the stranger youths Might kill her, and escape by flight: yet fear Of seeing what we ought not, kept us still In silence; but at length we all resolved To go, though not permitted, where they were. There we behold the Grecian bark with oars Well...
Page 161 - Then, save with soothing words, assist me not. Had these eyes seen my father, had I asked him In duty if I ought to slay my mother, I think he would have prayed me not to plunge My murdering sword in her that gave me birth ; Since he could not revisit heaven's sweet light, And I must suffer all these miseries. But now unveil thy face and dry thy tears, My sister, though afflictions press us sore : And when thou seest me in these fitful moods, Soothe...
Page 215 - And take the polish'd image from the shrine, Attempting all things: and the vacant space Between the triglyphs (mark it well) enough Is open to admit us; by that way Attempt we to descend: in toils the brave Are daring; of no worth the abject soul.
Page 233 - I would not be the murderer of my mother, And of thee too; sufficient is her blood. No; I will share thy fortune, live with thee, Or with thee die: to Argos I will lead thee, If here I perish not; or dying, here Remain with thee.
Page 219 - Notes which to the dead belong, Dismal notes attuned to woe By Pluto in the realms below: No sprightly air shall we employ To cheer the soul, and wake the sense of joy. IPHIG. Th...

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