
The Tragedies of Aeschylus Translated (Volume 2)
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ISBN10: 1154131505
ISBN13: 9781154131505
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 72
Weight: 0.32
Height: 0.15 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781154131505
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 72
Weight: 0.32
Height: 0.15 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1779. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHORUS. Perchance the visions of persuasive dreams. CLfVTEMNESTRA. Sport of the ilumb'ring foul; they move not me. CHORUS. Hath then some winged rumour spread these transports ? CLYTEMNESTRA. As a raw girl's, thouhold'st my judgment cheap. CHORUS. How long hath ruin crush'd this haughty city ?, CLYTEMNESTRA. This night, that gave this infant morning birth. CHORUS.' What speed cou'd be the herald of this news ? CLYTEMNESTRA. The fire, that from the height of Ida sent Its streaming light, as from th' announcing flame Torch Torch blaz'd to torch. First Ida to the steep Of Lemnos; Athos' sacred height receiv'd The mighty splendor; from the surging back Of th' Hellespont the vig'rous blaze held on Its smiling way, and like the orient sun Illumes with golden-gleaming rays the head Of rocky Macetas; nor lingers there, Nor winks unheedful, but its warning flames Darts to the streams of Euripus, and gives Il/s glitt'ring signal to the guards that hold Their high watch on Mesapius. Thfffe enkindle The joy-denouncing sires, that spread the blaze To where Erica hoar its shaggy brow Waves rudely. Unimpair'd the active flame, . Bounds o'er the level of Asopus, like The jocund Moon, and on Cithaeron's steep Wakes a successive flame; the distant watch Agnize its shine, and raise a brighter fire, . . / That o'er the lake Gorgopis streaming holds Its rapid course, and on the mountainous heights' Of AEgiplanctus huge, swift-shooting spreads The lengthen'd line of-light. Thence onwards waves Its sirey tresses, eager to ascend The The crags of Prone, frowning in their pride O'er the Saronic gulf: it leaps, it mounts The summit of Arachne, whose high head Looks down on flkrgos: to this royal feat Thence darts the light that from th' Idaean sire Derives its birt