The Tragedies of Euripides, المجلد 1W. Baxter, 1823 - 452 من الصفحات |
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... rage attempt with hostile arms to drive My Bacchæ from their confines , I will head My Mænades , and lead them to the fight . For this have I put off my godlike form , Taking the semblance of a mortal man . But you , my frolic train ...
... rage attempt with hostile arms to drive My Bacchæ from their confines , I will head My Mænades , and lead them to the fight . For this have I put off my godlike form , Taking the semblance of a mortal man . But you , my frolic train ...
الصفحة 25
... rage bodes rage : this with a prophet's skill- I speak not , but from circumstance ; such meed Hath a fool's tongue , which vents his foolish thought . STRO . 1 . CHORUS . Holy , by the 358-394 . 25 THE BACCHE .
... rage bodes rage : this with a prophet's skill- I speak not , but from circumstance ; such meed Hath a fool's tongue , which vents his foolish thought . STRO . 1 . CHORUS . Holy , by the 358-394 . 25 THE BACCHE .
الصفحة 31
... rage , what rage doth Pentheus ' bosom fire ? He from the dragon - brood , That started from the ground , derives his blood ; Earth - born Echion was of old his sire : Terrific are his frowns , A monster , whom humanity disowns , As ...
... rage , what rage doth Pentheus ' bosom fire ? He from the dragon - brood , That started from the ground , derives his blood ; Earth - born Echion was of old his sire : Terrific are his frowns , A monster , whom humanity disowns , As ...
الصفحة 33
... he found a bull , around His knees he fixed the bonds , and his cleft hoofs , Breathless through rage , till streams ofsweat flow'd down VOL . I. D His limbs , and in despite he gnaw'd his lip 631-667 . 333 THE BACCHE .
... he found a bull , around His knees he fixed the bonds , and his cleft hoofs , Breathless through rage , till streams ofsweat flow'd down VOL . I. D His limbs , and in despite he gnaw'd his lip 631-667 . 333 THE BACCHE .
الصفحة 34
... rage . PENT . How hast thou fled thy bonds ? how art thou here ? BACC . Did I not tell thee one would quickly free me ? PENT . Who ? for thy tongue still frames some new discourse . BACC . He , who to mortals rear'd the clust'ring vine ...
... rage . PENT . How hast thou fled thy bonds ? how art thou here ? BACC . Did I not tell thee one would quickly free me ? PENT . Who ? for thy tongue still frames some new discourse . BACC . He , who to mortals rear'd the clust'ring vine ...
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Admetus Adrastus AGAV Alcmena AMPH ANTIS Argive Argos arms Athens aught BACC Bacchus bear behold beneath blood CADM Cadmus Capaneus CHOR CHORUS Creon CREU Creusa dames daring daughter dead death deed dost thou dreadful e'en e'er earth Electryon ETEO Eteocles Euripides Eurystheus eyes fate father friends gainst glory gods grace Greece grief hallow'd hand hast thou hath hear heart hence HERC Hercules HIPP Hippolytus honour Iolaus Ismenus Jove king land light lord Medea MESS mortal mother mournful nuptial o'er PENT Pentheus PHÆ Phoebus Pittheus Polynices pow'r rage rais'd reverence ruin shalt shew shrine soul spear stranger STRO tears Theban Thebes thee Theseus thine thou art thou hast thy sons thy words toils tow'rs Tydeus unhappy vengeance virgin voice whilst wife wilt thou wish wou'dst thou wretched XUTH Xuthus youth
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الصفحة 275 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
الصفحة 135 - Could I but bring thee from the shades of night Again to view this golden light, To leave that boat, to leave that dreary shore, Where Cocytus deep and wide Rolls along his sullen tide ! For thou, O best of women, thou alone For thy lord's life daredst give thy own. Light lie the earth upon that gentle breast, And be thou ever blest ! But should he choose to wed again, Mine and thy children's hearts would hold him in disdain.
الصفحة 130 - I honoured thee, And in exchange for thine my forfeit life Devoted ; now I die for thee, though free Not to have died, but from Thessalia's chiefs Preferring whom I pleased in royal state To have lived happy here : I had no will To live bereft of thee with these poor orphans ; I die without reluctance, though the gifts Of youth are mine to make life grateful to me. Yet he that gave thee birth, and she that bore thee, Deserted thee, though well it had beseemed them With honour to have died for thee,...
الصفحة 170 - What a requital she from Jason finds. Of food regardless, and in sorrow sunk She lies, and melts in tears each tedious hour Since first she knew her lord had injured her; Nor lifts her eye, nor lifts her face from th' earth, Deaf to her friends...
الصفحة 173 - I heard the voice, I heard the loud laments Of the unhappy Colchian : do her griefs, Say reverend matron, find no respite yet? From the door's opening valve I heard her voice , No pleasure in the sorrows of your house I take ; for deeds are done not grateful to me. NUR. This is no more a house, all here is vanish'd, Nor leaves a trace behind. The monarch's house...
الصفحة 130 - ... well it had beseem'd them With honor to have died for thee, to have saved Their son with honor, glorious in their death. They had no child but thee, they had no hope Of other offspring, shouldst thou die ; and I Might thus have lived, thou mightst have lived till age Crept slowly on, nor wouldst thou heave the sigh Thus of thy wife deprived, nor train alone Thy orphan children.
الصفحة 118 - Tantane me tenuit vivendi, nate, voluptas, ut pro me hostili paterer succedere dextrae, quem genui? tuane haec genitor per vulnera servor, morte tua vivens ? Heu, nunc misero mihi demum exitium infelix, nunc alte vulnus adactum.
الصفحة 169 - Her course to Colchis through the clashing rocks Of the black Euxine ; that in Pelion's groves The pine had ne'er been fell'd ; nor at the oars The heroes...
الصفحة 378 - To my own house? — sad desolation there I shall behold, to sink my soul with grief. Or go I to the house of Capaneus? That was delightful to me, when I found My daughter there; but she is there no more: Oft would she kiss my cheek, with fond caress Oft soothe me. To a father, waxing old, Nothing is dearer than a daughter! sons Have spirits of higher pitch, but less inclined To sweet endearing fondness. Lead me then, Instantly lead me to my house, consign My wretched age to darkness, there to pine...
الصفحة 124 - Nor vase of fountain water do I see Before the doors, as custom claims, to bathe The corse ; and none hath on the portal placed His locks, in solemn mourning for the dead Usually shorn ; nor does the younger train Of females raise their sorrowing voices high.