EuripidesG. Allen, 1906 - 355 pages |
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Adrastus AEACUS AESCHYLUS AGAVE amid Aristophanes Artemis Athenian Athens Bacchae beautiful bitter blood Brekekekex co-äx Bromios Bull CADMUS Castle CHARON child CHORUS Cretan dance dark daughter dead death deed Deiphontes DIONYSUS earth Euripides eyes father fear feel FROGS God's goddess Gods Greek hand hast hate hath hear heart HERACLES HIPPOLYTUS honour Iacchus King land LEADER lines live Maenads Maidens maids man's master Melanippe mother Mountain Muses mystery mystic never NURSE o'er Odysseus pain PENTHEUS PHAEDRA Philoctêtes Phrixus play PLUTO poet poetry pray prologue Queen rage seems Semelê shame slain slave slay song soul speak spirit stand Stheneboea swift tear TEIRESIAS Telephus tell Thebes thee Theramenes THESEUS thine thing thought tragedy true Twas voice wand wild wilt thou wise woman women words worship wouldst wrath XANTHIAS Zeus
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Page lxiii - Our bark is as an albatross, whose nest Is a far Eden of the purple East; And we between her wings will sit, while Night And Day, and Storm, and Calm, pursue their flight. Our ministers, along the boundless Sea, Treading each other's heels, unheededly.
Page 119 - Knowledge, we are not foes ! I seek thee diligently ; But the world with a great wind blows, Shining, and not from thee ; Blowing to beautiful things, On amid dark and light, Till Life through the trammellings Of Laws that are not the Right, Breaks, clean and pure, and sings Glorying to God in the height ! One feels grateful for that voice from the old Euripides amid the strange new tones of The Bacchae.
Page 111 - Will they ever come to me, ever again, The long long dances, On through the dark till the dim stars wane ? Shall I feel the dew on my throat, and the stream Of wind in my hair ? Shall our white feet gleam In the dim expanses ? Oh, feet of a fawn to the greenwood fled, Alone in the grass and the loveliness...
Page 12 - How maiden Eos in her radiancy Swept Kephalos to heaven away, away, For sore love's sake. And there they dwell, men say, And fear not, fret not ; for a thing too stern Hath met and crushed them ! And must thou, then, turn And struggle ? Sprang there from thy father's blood Thy little soul all lonely ? Or the god That rules thee, is he other than our gods ? Nay, yield thee to men's ways, and kiss their rods...
Page lxix - ... not ? — this burden hath alway lain On the devious being of woman ; yea, burdens twain, The burden of Wild Will and the burden of Pain. Through my heart once that wind of terror sped ; But I, in fear confessed, Cried from the dark to Her in heavenly bliss, The Helper of Pain, the Bow-Maid Artemis : Whose feet I praise for ever, where they tread Far off among the blessed ! THE LEADER. But see, the Queen's grey nurse at the door, Sad-eyed and sterner, methinks, than of yore, With the Queen. Doth...
Page 112 - What else is Wisdom ? What of man's endeavour Or God's high grace, so lovely and so great ? To stand from fear set free, to breathe and wait ; To hold a hand uplifted over Hate...
Page 44 - Father loves me not ! [HiPPOLYTUS goes away to the right, followed by many Huntsmen and other young men. The rest of the crowd has by this time dispersed, except the Women of the Chorus and some Men of the Chorus of Huntsmen. CHORUS. Men. Surely the thought of the Gods hath balm in it alway, to win me Far from my griefs ; and a thought, deep in the dark of my mind, Clings to a great Understanding.
Page 58 - HIPPOLYTUS. Ah me ! Would that a mortal's curse could reach to God ! ARTEMIS. Let be ! For not, though deep beneath the sod Thou liest, not unrequited nor unsung Shall this fell stroke, from Cypris' rancour sprung, Quell thee, mine own, the saintly and the true ! My hand shall win its vengeance, through and through Piercing with flawless shaft what heart soe'er Of all men living is most dear to Her.
Page 112 - Happy he, On the weary sea, Who hath fled the tempest and won the haven; Happy, whoso hath risen, free, Above his...
Page 130 - Men told me of my daughters' deed, When I was just returned within these walls, With grey Teiresias, from the Bacchanals. And back I hied me to the hills again To seek my murdered son. There saw I plain Actaeon's mother, ranging where he died, Autonoe; and Ino by her side, Wandering ghastly in the pine-copses. Agave was not there. The rumour is She cometh fleet-foot hither.