The Greek Tragic Theatre: Euripides

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John Walker, 1809
 

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Seite 262 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Seite 246 - tis a stranger's duty to adopt The manners of the land in which he dwells ; Nor can I praise that native, led astray By mere perverseness and o'erweening folly, Who bitter enmity incurs from those Of his own city. But, alas ! my friends, This unforeseen calamity hath withered The vigour of my soul. I am undone, Bereft of every joy that life can yield, And therefore wish to die. For as to him, My husband, whom it did import me most To have a thorough knowledge of, he proves The worst of men. But sure...
Seite 280 - Speak not so hastily : the gods themselves By gifts are swayed, as fame relates ; and gold Hath a far greater influence o'er the souls Of mortals than the most persuasive words: With fortune, the propitious heavens conspire To add fresh glories to thy youthful bride, All here submits to her despotic sway. But I my children's exile would redeem, Though at the cost of life, not gold alone. But these adjacent mansions of the king Soon as ye enter, O ye little ones, Your sire's new consort and my queen...
Seite 243 - Chorus. The voice of Colchos' hapless dame I heard— A clamorous voice, nor yet is she appeased. Speak, O thou aged matron, for her cries I from the innermost apartment heard ; Nor can I triumph in the woes with which This house is visited ; for to my soul Dear are its interests. Nurse. This whole house is plunged In ruin, and its interests are no more.
Seite 294 - Ye dames who near the portals stand, is she Who hath committed these atrocious crimes, Medea, in the palace, or by flight Hath she retreated? For beneath the ground Must she conceal herself, or, borne on wings, Ascend the heights of Ether, to avoid The vengeance due for Corinth's royal house. Having destroyed the rulers of the land, Can she presume she shall escape unhurt From these abodes? But less am I concerned On her account, than for my sons, since they Whom she hath injured will on her inflict...
Seite 265 - Th' immoderate loves in their career, Nor glory nor esteem attends, But when the Cyprian queen descends Benignant from her starry sphere, No goddess can more justly claim From man the grateful prayer. Thy wrath, O Venus, still forbear, Nor at my tender bosom aim That venomed arrow, ever wont t' inspire Winged from thy golden bow, the pangs of keen desire.
Seite 285 - I bore and I will slay them : 'tis a deed Resolved on, nor my purpose will I change. Full well I know that now the royal bride Wears on her head the magic diadem, And in the variegated robe expires: But, hurried on by fate, I tread a path Of utter wretchedness, and them will plunge Into one yet more wretched. To my sons Fain would I say : " O stretch forth your right hands, Ye children, for your mother to embrace. O dearest hands, ye lips to me most dear, Engaging features and ingenuous looks...
Seite 254 - The daughter, and my husband : various means Have I of slaying them, and, O my friends, Am at a loss to fix on which I first Shall undertake, or to consume with flames The bridal mansion, or a dagger plunge Into their bosoms, entering unperceived The chamber where they sleep. But there remains One danger to obstruct my path : if caught Stealing into the palace, and intent On such emprise, in death shall I afford A subject of derision to my foes. This obvious method were the best, in which I am most...
Seite 289 - ... inanimated semblance of her charms : Then rising from her seat across the palace Walked with a delicate and graceful step, In the rich gifts exulting, and oft turned Enraptured eyes on her own stately neck, Reflected to her view : but now a scene Of horror followed ; her complexion changed, And she reeled backward, trembling every limb; Scarce did her chair receive her as she sunk In time to save her falling to the ground. One of her menial train, an aged dame, Possest with an idea that the wrath...
Seite 12 - Achilles' tomb to die, Not forced, like us, to hard captivity, Or in a haughty master's arms to lie. In Grecian ships, unhappy we were borne, Endured the victor's lust, sustain'd the scorn: Thus I submitted to the lawless pride Of Pyrrhus, more a handmaid than a bride. Cloy'd with possession, he forsook my bed...

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