The House of Atreus: Being the Agamemnon, Libation-Bearers and Furies of Æschylus

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Macmillan and Company limited, 1904 - 185 sayfa
 

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Sayfa 72 - Now walks thy word aright, to tell This ancient truth of oracle; But I with vows of sooth will pray To him, the power that holdeth sway O'er all the race of Pleisthenes— Tho' dark the deed and deep the guilt, With this last blood, my hands have spilt, I pray thee let thine anger cease! I pray thee pass from us away To some new race in other lands, There, if thou wilt, to wrong and slay The lives of men by kindred hands. For me 'tis all sufficient meed, Tho' little wealth or power were won, So I...
Sayfa 43 - And now mine eyes and not another's see Their safe return. Yet none the less in me The inner spirit sings a boding song, Self-prompted, sings the Furies' strain— And seeks, and seeks in vain, To hope and to be strong! Ah! to some end of Fate, unseen, unguessed, Are these wild throbbings of my heart and breast— Yea, of some doom they tell— Each pulse, a knell. Lief, lief I were, that all To unfulfilment's hidden realm might fall.
Sayfa 11 - And then the elder chief, at whose command The fleet of Greece was manned, Cast on the seer no word of hate, But veered before the sudden breath of Fate — Ah, weary while! for, ere they put forth sail, Did every store, each minish'd vessel, fail, While all the Achaean host At Aulis anchored lay, Looking across to Chalcis and the coast Where refluent waters welter, rock, and sway...
Sayfa 54 - Each spitting hatred on that crime of old, The brother's couch, the love incestuous That brought forth hatred to the ravisher. Say, is my speech or wild and erring now, Or doth its arrow cleave the mark indeed? They called me once, The prophetess of lies, The wandering hag, the pest of every door— Attest ye now, She knows in very sooth The house's curse, the storied infamy.
Sayfa 12 - Thus on his neck he took Fate's hard compelling yoke; Then, in the counter-gale of will abhorr'd, accursed, To recklessness his shifting spirit veered — Alas! that Frenzy, first of ills and worst, With evil craft men's souls to sin hath ever stirred! And so he steeled his heart — ah, well-a-day — Aiding a war for one false woman's sake, His child to slay, And with her spilt blood make An offering, to speed the ships upon their way! Lusting for war, the bloody arbiters Closed heart and ears,...
Sayfa 3 - ... firmament, The lords of light, whose kingly aspect shows What time they set or climb the sky in turn — The year's divisions, bringing frost or fire. And now, as ever, am I set to mark When shall stream up the glow of signal-flame, The bale-fire bright, and tell its Trojan tale — Troy town is ta'en: such issue holds in hope She in whose woman's breast beats heart of man.

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