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Achilles Aeschylus Agamemnon's altar Antistrophe Apollo Argive Argolis Argos arms ATHENA Atreus Aulis bear blood Brauron brother brought Calchas child CHORUS cleansing Clytemnestra dark daughter dead death Delos dost doth dream Earth Electra Euripides evil eyes father foam Friendless genia GILBERT MURRAY God's goddess gods golden Greece Greek hand hate hath heard heart heaven Helen Hellas HERDSMAN holy Inachus Iphi IPHIGENIA IN TAURIS land LEADER Leto live Lord maid Menelaus MESSENGER mortal mother Myrtilus o'er Odysseus Oenomaus ORESTES and PYLADES peace Pelops Phoebus pillar pity priestess rite ritual rocks sacrifice sail ship shore shrine slain slaughter slay slew stain stone stood story strangers Strophe sweet sword Symplegades tablet Tantalus Taurian Tauropolos tears Temple thee thine thing Thou hast thou wilt thought Troy Twas wings Women word Zeus
Page 16 - Twas his sick mind Which turned the herds that lowed and barking hounds That followed, to some visionary sounds Of Furies. For ourselves, we did but sit And watch in silence, wondering if the fit Would leave him dead. When suddenly out shone His sword, and like a lion he leaped upon Our herds, to fight his Furies ! Flank and side He stabbed and smote them, till the foam was dyed Red at the waves
Page 15 - The blood-gift of our people. Just at this One of the strangers started from his seat, And stood, and upward, downward, with a beat His head went, and he groaned, and all his arm Trembled. Then, as a hunter gives alarm, He shrieked, stark mad and raving: "Pylades, Dost see her there? — And there — Oh, no one sees! — A she-dragon of Hell, and all her head Agape with fanged asps, to bite me dead. She hath no face, but somewhere from her cloak Bloweth a wind of fire and bloody smoke: The wings'...
Page 66 - To rise upon wings and hold Straight on up the steeps of gold Where the joyous Sun in fire doth run, Till the wings should faint and fold O'er the house that was mine of old: Or watch where the glade below With a marriage dance doth glow, And a child will glide from her mother's side Out, out, where the dancers flow : As I did, long ago.
Page 89 - Gainst gods. The strength is theirs. Let those two fare Forth to thy land and plant mine Image there. I wish them well. These bondwomen no less I will send free to Greece and happiness, And stay my galleys' oars, and bid this brand Be sheathed again, Goddess, at thy command. ATHENA. 'Tis well, O King. For that which needs must be Holdeth the high gods as it holdeth thee. Winds of the north, O winds that laugh and run, Bear now to Athens Agamemnon's son: Myself am with you, o'er long leagues of foam...
Page x - Yet they have none of the unreality that is usual in such figures. The shadow of madness and guilt hanging over Orestes makes a difference. At his first entrance, when danger is still far off, he is a mass of broken nerves ; he depends absolutely on Pylades. In the later scenes, when they are face to face with death, the underlying strength of the son of the Great King asserts itself and makes one understand why, for all his madness, Orestes is the chief, and Pylades only the devoted follower. Romantic...
Page 64 - Bird of the sea rocks, of the bursting spray, O halcyon bird, That wheelest crying, crying, on thy way ; Who knoweth grief can read the tale of thee : One love long lost, one song for ever heard And wings that sweep the sea.
Page 21 - Ring behind ring, men say, The dance of the old Sea's daughters. The guiding oar abaft It rippled and it dinned, And now the west wind laughed And now the south-west wind ; And the sail was full in flight, And they passed by the Island White : Birds, birds, everywhere, White as the foam, light as the air; And ghostly Achilles raceth there, Far in the Friendless Waters.
Page 7 - O God, where hast thou brought me? What new snare Is this? — I slew my mother; I avenged My father at thy bidding; I have ranged A homeless world, hunted by shapes of pain, And circling trod in mine own steps again. At last I stood once more before thy throne And cried thee question, what thing should be done To end these miseries, wherein I reel Through Hellas, mad, lashed like a burning wheel; And thou didst bid me seek . . . what land but this Of Tauri, where thy sister Artemis Her altar hath,...
Page 57 - Nor shrink from that. I shall by mine own deed Have saved thee. And a man gone from the earth Is wept for. Women are but little worth. ORESTES. My mother and then thou? It may not be. This hand hath blood enough. I stand with thee One-hearted here, be it for life or death, And either bear thee, if God favoureth, With me to Greece and home, or else lie here Dead at thy side.—But mark me: if thou fear Lest Artemis be wroth, how can that be?
Page 48 - This joy is here and true. ORESTES. Could we but stay thus joined for evermore! IPHIGENIA. A joy is mine I may not understand, Friends, and a fear, lest sudden from my hand This dream will melt and soar Up to the fiery skies from whence it came. 0 Argos land, O hearth and holy flame That old Cyclopes lit, I bless ye that he lives, that he is grown, A light and strength, my brother and mine own; I bless your name for it.