Agamemnon the King: a Tragedy: From the Greek of AeschylusLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1855 - 226 páginas |
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... breath is given A strength with mine that groweth , Making my spirit strong : Yea , strong to sing how heretofore The hurrying bird sent out Against the fated Teucrian shore , Our bold Achaians ' twin - throned power , Marshal , one ...
... breath is given A strength with mine that groweth , Making my spirit strong : Yea , strong to sing how heretofore The hurrying bird sent out Against the fated Teucrian shore , Our bold Achaians ' twin - throned power , Marshal , one ...
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... breathing peace- What time by wind - bound stress detained Their strength dried up , their vessels drained , The people of the Achaians waned In weariness bowed low , Right over against Chalcis ' shore , Where Aulis ' tides , with rush ...
... breathing peace- What time by wind - bound stress detained Their strength dried up , their vessels drained , The people of the Achaians waned In weariness bowed low , Right over against Chalcis ' shore , Where Aulis ' tides , with rush ...
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... I pray . " STROPHE IV . But after that put on had he The poitrel of necessity , 45 Breathing a godless shift of mind , 46 Impure , unhallowed , with a blind Wild whirl as of the veering wind , He changed HYMN . 17 ANTISTROPHE III. ...
... I pray . " STROPHE IV . But after that put on had he The poitrel of necessity , 45 Breathing a godless shift of mind , 46 Impure , unhallowed , with a blind Wild whirl as of the veering wind , He changed HYMN . 17 ANTISTROPHE III. ...
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... breath's burning glow Still fan the fainting embers , that would fain Die with the flames that fired them ; till again , And yet again , from the red mass below , Rich bursts of wealth they void , that upward fuming flow . For this ...
... breath's burning glow Still fan the fainting embers , that would fain Die with the flames that fired them ; till again , And yet again , from the red mass below , Rich bursts of wealth they void , that upward fuming flow . For this ...
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... Breathing a truceless war , a curse implacable.211 O ! how she howled above him , the All - bold ! As when the rush of battle back is rolled ! How seems to welcome his return with glee , His home - return in safety ! -- but to me ' Tis ...
... Breathing a truceless war , a curse implacable.211 O ! how she howled above him , the All - bold ! As when the rush of battle back is rolled ! How seems to welcome his return with glee , His home - return in safety ! -- but to me ' Tis ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ÆGISTHUS Ahrens altar ANTISTROPHE Apollo Argos Atreus beauty Blomfield blood Boyes cites breath Brumoy Canto CASSANDRA CHORUS curse dark dear death deed dost doth dread dream E'en earth edit English Eschylus evil expression fate Father fear fierce fire foul Geryon Gods Greek grief hand hath Haupt heart heaven HERALD Hermann honour hymn Iphigenia Jephthah Jove Julius Cæsar KING AGAMEMNON Klausen Lord Lord Byron Lucretius Lycophron man's Milton mind night o'er Owen Meredith palace Paley parallel passage Pierron Pindar play QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA refer rendered sacrifice Samor Samson Agonistes Shakspeare sleep song Sophocles sorrow soul speak stand STROPHE Strophius sweet Symmons tale tears thee thine things thou hast Thyestes thyself Timanthes translation Troilus and Cressida Troy unto wail wings words Zeus γὰρ δὲ ἐν καὶ μὲν τὸ
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Página 220 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Página 142 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 142 - When he shall hear she died upon his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination...
Página 185 - ACT V. Scene I. Mantua. A street. Enter Romeo. Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Página 104 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice...
Página 182 - Nay, do not think I flatter ; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Página 203 - Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes ! Gehenna of the waters ! thou sea Sodom ! Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods ! Thee and thy serpent seed ! [Here the Doge turns and addresses the Executioner.
Página 180 - The assembly as when hollow rocks retain The sound of blustering winds, which all night long Had roused the sea, now with hoarse cadence lull Seafaring men o'erwatched, whose bark by chance, Or pinnace, anchors in a craggy bay After the tempest.
Página 216 - Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Página 144 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...