AeschylusA. J. Valpy, 1833 - 296 pages |
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Ægisthus Ægyptus Agamemnon altar ancient ANTIGONE ANTISTROPHE APOL Apollo Argive Argos Ariomardus arms Athens ATOS ATOSSA awful behold beneath blood bold breast breathe choregus CHORUS CLYTEMNESTRA daring dead death deed deep disdain drama dreadful earth ELEC EPODE Eschylus Eteocles Euripides ev'n ev'ry eyes fall'n fate father fear fierce fix'd flames friends fury glory gods grace Grecian Greece grief hallow'd hand hast hath hear heart heaven honor honor'd ills impious ISMENE Jove justice king lord mortal mother night numbers o'er Orestes Pelasgia PELASGUS Persian Polynices pride Prometheus proud race rage realms rend reverence roll royal rude ruin sacred seat SEMICHO SEMICHORUS shade shalt shrine slain solemn Sophocles sorrows soul spear strain stranger STROPHE suppliant swelling tear thee Thespis thou throne thy words toils tomb tongue tortured tragedy vengeance virgin voice Whilst woes wretched Xerxes youth
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Page xxx - His whispering stream. Within the walls then view The schools of ancient sages; his who bred Great Alexander to subdue the world, Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next. There...
Page xii - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day with other common interludes...
Page xii - TRAGEDY, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems ; therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity, and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and such like passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
Page 167 - I gor'd him with a wound; a grateful present To the stern god, that in the realms below Reigns o'er the dead: there let him take his seat. He lay: and spouting from his wounds a stream Of blood, bedew'd me with these crimson drops. I glory in them, like the genial earth, When the warm showers of heav'n descend, and wake The flowrets to unfold their vermeil leaves.
Page 282 - Me next to this exalted eminence, Crowning my great ambition, Fortune raised. In many a glorious field my glittering spear Flamed in the van of Persia's numerous hosts; But never wrought such ruin to the state. Xerxes, my son, in all the pride of youth Listens to youthful counsels, my commands No more remember'd; hence, my hoary friends, Not the whole line of Persia's sceptred lords, You know it well, so wasted her brave sons.
Page 7 - Willed to extirpate, and to form anew. None, save myself, opposed his will ; I dared ; And boldly pleading saved them from destruction, Saved them from sinking to the realms of night. For this offence I bend beneath these pains, Dreadful to suffer, piteous to behold...
Page 140 - Shiver and die ; or th' extreme heat that scalds, When in his mid-day caves the sea reclines, And not a breeze disturbs his calm repose. But why lament these sufferings > they are past ; Past to the dead indeed ; they lie, no more Anxious to rise. What then avails to count Those, whom the wasteful war hath swept away, And with their loss afflict the living > rather...
Page v - So oft have tripp'd in her fantastic train, With hearts as gay, and faces half as fair : For she was fair beyond your brightest bloom ; (This envy owns, since now her bloom is fled ;) Fair as the forms that, wove in Fancy's loom, Float in light vision round the poet's head.
Page ix - At his summons, the mysterious and tremendous volume of destiny, in which are inscribed the doom of gods and men, seemed to display its leaves of iron before the appalled spectators ; the more than mortal voices of Deities, Titans, and departed Heroes, were heard in awful conference ; heaven bowed, and its divinities descended ; earth yawned, and gave up the pale spectres of the dead ; and the yet more undefined and grisly forms of those infernal deities who struck horror into the gods themselves.
Page 270 - Advance, ye sons of Greece, from thraldom save Your country, save your wives, your children save, The temples of your gods, the sacred tomb Where rest your honour'd ancestors; this day The common cause of all demands your valour.