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Agamemnon's altar ancient Apollo ARKAS arms art thou Atreus avenge await barbarous behooves blessing bliss blood bosom breast bring brother clouds Clytemnestra curse dear death deed deities delight deliverance Delphi demand descended destiny Diana's doth e'en e'er earth eldest Electra eternal fair fairest fate father feel fratricide Furies gladly glorious goddess godlike Grecian grove guilt hand happiness Harvard College hast hath hear Heaven Hippodamia hither holy hope inmost heart IPHIGENIA king light look maiden matricide murder Mycenae noble once ORESTES pray priestess PYLADES rage realm sacred grove sacred image safe return Scythian SECOND SCENE seem'st seize shades shore sire sister soon stranger sweet swift ship sword Tantalus Tartarus Tauris tell temple thee thine THOAS thou art thou canst Thou didst Thou dost Thou know'st thou wouldst thy soul Thyestes thyself unhappy voice wilt thou wish woman word ye gods yonder youth
Page 54 - If I am destined still to live and act, Then may a god take from my heavy brow That giddiness, which on the slippery path, Besprinkled by a mother's blood, doth hurry Me to the realms of Hades. May he dry Propitiously the spring, that from her wounds For ever bubbling forth, polluting stains me.
Page 75 - Of feeding here the sacred fire?s red glow To me intrusted, and my longing soul In everlasting pious purity Flame-like drawn upward to your blessed abodes, That I the horrors of my house hereafter Should feel more keenly ? — Speak to me, I pray, Of the unhappy one ! Speak of Orestes ! ORESTES.
Page 141 - IPHIGENIA. Oh reach me now thy hand as pledge of peace. THOAS. So soon, and such exorbitant demand ? IPHIGENIA.
Page 34 - That in those ancient halls, where mourning grief • My name may often softly whisper still, Exulting joy, as for a new-born babe, Might twine the festal wreath 'round every column.
Page 87 - The goddess snatched me, kindly saving me — To her own sanctuary hither brought. Thou art a prisoner, to the altar doomed, And findest in the priestess thine own sister.
Page 9 - E'er since I knew thee in this sacred place, Is this thy look, at which I ever shudder ; And as with iron bands, thy soul remains Forged to the inmost fibres of thy bosom.
Page 87 - Well, priestess ! I will follow to the altar ; For fratricide is our ancestral custom, From age to age descended.
Page 154 - ... disjoined And separated. Worthy thou and dear, E'en as my father was, art thou to me, And this impression lingers in my soul. If e'er the lowest of thy people brings Back to my ear the cadence of the speech To which I've grown accustomed in this land, I will receive him like a very god, I will myself prepare a couch for him, Invite him to a seat beside the fire, And ask him but of thee and of thy fate. I pray the gods may give thee for thy deeds And for thy kindness well-deserved reward! Then...