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Achilles AEgisthus afflictions Agamemnon ANDROMACHE ANTISTROPHE Argive Argos arms Atreus avenge barbaric bark bear behold beneath bless'd CHORUS Clytemnestra dames dead death deeds didst thou dost thou doth dreadful ELEC ELECTRA EURIP Eurotas eyes fate fortune friends gainst goddess gods grace Grecian Greece grief hallow'd hand hast thou hath hear Hecuba Helena honour ills Jove king land lord mayst Menelaus mortal mother mournful murderer Mycenae naught nuptials o'er Orestes Peleus Pelops Phoebus Phrygian Phthia Poll PolyMEstor Priam Pylades reverence rites royal ruin seize SEMICHORUS shalt shrine sister slain slave slay slew sons soul Spartan speak spear strangers STROPHE Strophius sword tears thee THEoc Theoclymenus Theonoe thine thou art thou hast thy brother thy father thy husband toils tomb Troy unhappy vengeance virgin voice waves wife wilt thou woes wouldst wretched
Page 184 - ORES. This is to have a friend ; compared to this, What are the ties of blood * The man who melts With social sympathy, though not allied, Is than a thousand kinsmen of more worth.
Page 228 - But when we saw the enemies advance With brandish'd swords, the steep heights crown'd with wood We fell in flight: but others, if one flies, Press on them ; if again they drive these back, What before fled turns, with a storm of stones Assaulting them; but, what exceeds belief...
Page 221 - At distance from our bark, lest some, whose eyes May note it, bear the tidings to the king, And we be seized by force. But when the eye Of night comes darkling on, then must we dare, 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 228 - Not by brave daring seized we them, but round We closed upon them, and their swords with stones Beat, wily, from their hands; for on their knees They through fatigue had sunk upon the ground: We bare them to...
Page 261 - 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 242 - 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 166 - For from the storm the high-swoln waves subside. Why dost thou weep, my sister ! Why decline Thy drooping head, and hide it in thy vest? I blush to give thee part in my disease, And wound with grief thy virgin tenderness.
Page 249 - 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 242 - What in this letter is contain'd, what here Is written, all I will repeat to thee, That thou mayst bear my message to my friends. 'Gainst danger thus I guard: if thou preserve The letter, that though silent will declare 840 My purport; if it perish in the sea, Saving thyself, my words too thou wilt save.