Euripides: With an English Translation, Volume 3

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W. Heinemann, 1912

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Page 97 - The Bacchanal throng. One awful blended cry Rose — the king's screams while life was yet in him, And triumph-yells from them. One bare an arm, One a foot sandal-shod. His ribs were stripped In mangled shreds : with blood-bedabbled hands Each to and fro was tossing Pentheus
Page 237 - Now let her dance, that glorious bride of Zeus, Beating with sandalled foot Olympus' floor ! She hath compassed her desire that she desired, Down with his pedestal hurling in utter wreck The foremost man of Greece ' To such a Goddess Who shall pray now ? — who, for a woman's sake Jealous of Zeus, from Hellas hath cut off Her benefactors, guiltless though they were...
Page 541 - Hellas' law Do I uphold. How is not this well done ? For if of Argives ye have suffered aught, They are dead : with glory ye hurled back your foes, With shame to them : — but there your right hath end. 530 Let now the dead be hidden in the earth, And each part, whence it came forth to the light, Thither return, the breath unto the air, To earth the body ; for we hold it not In fee, but only to pass life therein ; Then she which fostered it must take it back.
Page 517 - Praise to the God who shaped in order's mould Our lives redeemed from chaos and the brute...
Page 239 - I deem not that the Gods for spousals crave Unhallowed : tales of Gods' hands manacled Ever I scorned, nor ever will believe, Nor that one God is born another's lord. For God hath need, if God indeed he be, Of naught : these be the minstrels
Page 535 - No worse foe than the despot hath a state, Under whom, first, can be no common laws, But one rules, keeping in his private hands The law: so is equality no more.
Page 105 - My father, proudest boast is thine to make, To have begotten daughters best by far Of mortals — all thy daughters, chiefly me, Me who left loom and shuttle, and pressed on To high emprise, to hunt beasts with mine hands. And in mine arms I bring, thou seest, this The prize I took, against thy palace-wall To hang : receive it, father, in thine hands. 1240 And now, triumphant in mine hunting's spoil, Bid to a feast thy friends ; for blest art thou, Blest verily, since we have achieved such deeds.
Page 237 - No mortal hath escaped misfortune's taint, Nor God — if minstrel-legends be not false. Have they not linked them in unlawful bonds Of wedlock, and with chains, to win them thrones, Outraged their fathers ? In Olympus still They dwell, by their transgressions unabashed. What wilt thou plead, if, mortal as thou art, 1320 Thou chafe against thy fate, and Gods do not ? Nay then, leave Thebes, submissive to the law, And unto Pallas
Page 387 - Eteocles, evil unalloyed Cleaves not to old age : nay, experience Can plead more wisely than the lips of youth. 530 Why at Ambition, worst of deities, Son, graspest thou ? Do not : she is Queen of Wrong. Homes many and happy cities enters she, Nor leaves till ruined are her votaries. Thou art mad for her ! — better to honour, son, Equality, which knitteth friends to friends, Cities to cities, allies unto allies. Nature gave men the law of equal rights, And the less, ever marshalled foe against...
Page 535 - But one rules, keeping in his private hands The law : so is equality no more. But when the laws are written, then the weak And wealthy have alike but equal right.

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