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Common terms and phrasesAnton Chekhov Apollo Aristophanes Artemis Athenian Athens Available in U.S. Bacchus Basileia beak birds called Chaerephon CHORUS Oh CINESIAS cloak clouds Comedy Creek word crow cuckoo DEALER IN DECREES deme Demeter dithyrambic divine dwell E. M. Forster eagle earth EPOPS EPOPS Ah Erebus Eros EUELPIDES Oh father feast fields fight fill filled find fine first give glutton gods golden Greek heaven HERACLES Heré hoopoe INFORMER INSPECTOR IRIS kestrel King kite Lepreum ll2pp look Luigi Pirandello mankind MESSENGER METON mortals Muse Nephelococcygia nightingale obolus Olympus omen Oscar Wilde parody PARRICIDE Philocrates PISTHET/ERUS Oh PoEMs poet POSIDON PRIEST Procné PROMETHEUS PROPHET retum sacred sacrifice sceptre Sicilian Expedition slave songs Sophocles Sparta stew.pot STORIEs strangers swallow swears tell Tereus tiotinx town tragedy Triballian TRIBALLUS tribe TROCHILUS tunic twas wall What's William Shakespeare wings wore wretch Zeus Popular passagesPage 44 - Nephelococcygia, to which we come as ambassadors. (To TRIBALLUS) Hi! what are you up to? you are throwing your cloak over the left shoulder. Come, fling it quick over the right! And why, pray, does it draggle in this fashion? Have you ulcers to hide like Laespodias? Page 11 - CHORUS, singing: lo! io! forward to the attack, throw yourselves upon the foe, spill his blood; take to your wings and surround them on all sides. Woe to them! let us get to work with our beaks, let us devour them. Nothing can save them from our wrath, neither the mountain forests, nor the clouds that float in the sky, nor the foaming deep. Page 42 - Don't call me by my name; you will be my ruin, if Zeus should see me here. But, if you want me to tell you how things are going in heaven, take this umbrella and shield me, so that the gods don't see me. Page 23 - ... all Olympus resounds, and astonishment seizes its rulers; the Olympian graces and Muses cry aloud the strain, tiotiotiotinx. LEADER OF SECOND SEMI-CHORUS There is nothing more useful nor more pleasant than to have wings. To begin with, just let us suppose a spectator to be dying with hunger and to be weary of the choruses of the tragic poets; if he were winged, he would fly off, go home to dine and come back with his stomach filled. Some Patroclides, needing to take a crap, would not have to... Page 26 - Stop! stop! you drive me crazy with your endless list. Why, wretch, to what sacred feast are you inviting the vultures and the sea-eagles? Don't you see that a single kite could easily carry off the lot at once? Begone, you and your fillets and all; I shall know how to complete the sacrifice by myself. The PRIEST departs. Page 5 - No, not a greater, but one more pleasant to live in. EPOPS Then you are looking for an aristocratic country. EUELPIDES I? Not at all! I hold the son of Scellias in horror. EPOPS But, after all, what sort of city would please you best? EUELPIDES A place where the following would be the most important business: transacted.-Some friend would come knocking at the door quite early in the morning saying, "By Olympian Zeus, be at my house early. as soon as you have bathed, and bring your children too. I... Page 10 - I have been waiting for you this long while! I never fail in my word to my friends. CHORUS Titititititititi. What good thing have you to tell me ? EPOPS Something that concerns our common safety, and that is just as pleasant as it is to the purpose. Two men, who are subtle reasoners, have come here to seek me. Page 12 - They are in a more peaceful mood; put down your stew-pot and your two dishes; spit in hand, doing duty for a spear, let us mount guard inside the camp close to the pot and watch in our arsenal closely; for we must not fly. EUELPIDES: You are right. But where shall we be buried, if we die? References from web pagesThe Birds - Boek - BESLIST.nl Aristophanes, O'Brien Sean: The Birds | ISBN: 9780413772787 ... Consulta de catàlegs de l'UPV Bibliographic information
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