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Delphi (Greece) (search for this): card 806
Chorus And you who occupy the mighty, gorgeously built cavern,The inner sanctuary of Apollo at Delphi was a narrow cave or vault in which, over a cleft, stood a tripod covered by a slab on which the prophetess sat （Athenaeus , 701c, Strabo, ix. 641）. grant that the man's house may lift up its eyes again in joy, and that with glad eyes it may behold from under its veil of gloom the radiant light of free
Argos (Greece) (search for this): card 653
st faces. But if there is another matter requiring graver counsel, that is the concern of men, and we will communicate with them. Orestes I am a stranger, a Daulian of the Phocians. As I was on my way, carrying my pack on business of my own to Argos,just as I ended my journey here,Literally “I have been unyoked,” his feet being his horses. a man, a stranger to me as I to him, fell in with me, and inquired about my destination and told me his. He was Strophius, a Phocian （for as we talked I learned his name）, and he said to me, “Stranger, since in any case you are bound for Argos,keep my message in mind most faithfully and tell his parents Orestes is dead, and by no means let it escape you. Whether his friends decide to bring him home or to bury him in the land of his sojourn, a foreigner utterly forever, convey their wishes back to me.In the meantime a bronze urn contains the ashes of a man rightly lamented.” This much I tell you as I heard it. Whether by any chance I am
Troy (Turkey) (search for this): card 363
Electra No, not even beneath the walls of Troy, father, would I wish you to have fallen and to be entombed beside Scamander's waters among the rest of the host slain by the spear.I wish rather that his murderers had been killed by their own loved ones, just as they killed you, so that someone in a distant land who knew nothing of these present troubles should learn of their fatal doom.
Ilium (Turkey) (search for this): card 345
Orestes Ah, my father, if only beneath Ilium's wallsyou had been slain, slashed by some Lycian spearman! Then you would have left a good name for your children in their halls, and in their maturity you would have made their lives admired by men.And in a land beyond the sea you would have found a tomb heaped high with earth, no heavy burden for your house to bear
Troy (Turkey) (search for this): card 264
ebrows in the dark.He cannot sleep through terror of the Erinyes of his murdered kin whom he has not avenged.And with his body marred by the brazen scourge, he is even chased in exile from his country.And the god declared that to such as these it is not allowed to have a part either in the ceremonial cup or in the cordial libation; his father's wrath, though unseen, bars him from the altar; no one receives him or lodges with him; and at last, despised by all, friendless, he perishes,shrivelled pitifully by a death that wastes him utterly away. Must I not put my trust in oracles such as these? Yet even if I do not trust them, the deed must still be done. For many impulses conspire to one conclusion. Besides the god's command, my keen grief for my father,and also the pinch of poverty—that my countrymen, the most renowned of mortals, who overthrew Troy in the spirit of glory, should not be subjected so to a pair of women. For he has a woman's mind, or if not, it will soon be found ou
Delphi (Greece) (search for this): card 32
Chorus For with a hair-raising shriek, Terror, the diviner of dreams for our house, breathing wrath out of sleep, uttered a cry of terror in the dead of night from the heart of the palace,a cry that fell heavily on the women's quarter.The language of the passage is accommodated to a double purpose: （1） to indicate an oracular deliverance on the part of the inspired prophetess at Delphi, and （2） to show the alarming nature of Clytaemestra's dream: while certain limiting expressions （as a)wpo/nukton, u(/ptou） show the points of difference. “Phoebus” is used for a prophetic “possession,” which assails Clytaemestra as a nightmare （cp. baru\s pi/tnwn）; so that her vision is itself called an o)neiro/mantis. And the readers of these dreams, bound under pledge, cried out from the god that those beneath the earth cast furious reproachesand rage
Argos (Greece) (search for this): card 1
dead and to the spirit of his father; （2） as administrator of the powers committed to him by his father, Zeus the Saviour. Some prefer to take patrw=| not as patrw=|a but as patrw=|e i.e.“god of my fahters.” prove yourself my savior and ally, I entreat you, now that I have come to this land and returned from exile. On this mounded grave I cry out to my father to hearken, to hear me [Look, I bring] a lock to InachusOrestes offers a lock of his hair to do honour to Inachus, the river-god of Argos, because rivers were worshipped as givers of life. in requital for his care, and here, a second, in token of my grief. For I was not present, father, to lament your death, nor did I stretch forth my hand to bear your corpse. What is this I see? What is this throng of women that moves in state, marked by their sable cloaks? To what calamity should I set this down? Is it some new sorrow that befalls our house? Or am I right to suppose that for my father's sake they bear these libations to
Persia (Iran) (search for this): card 423
Chorus On my breast I beatAt the time of Agamemnon's murder, when the women wailed with the extravagance of professional Asiatic mourners. Here they repeat those signs of mourning. an ArianAria was a district of Persia. For “Eranians” （Old-Persian ariya） the Greeks used *)/arioi; at least Herodotus says this was an ancient name of the Medes. dirge in just the same fashion as a CissianCissia formed part of Susiana. wailing woman. With clenched fists, raining blows thick and fast, my outstretched handscould be seen descending from above, from far above, now on this side, now on that, till my battered and wretched head resounded with the
Susiana (Iran) (search for this): card 423
Chorus On my breast I beatAt the time of Agamemnon's murder, when the women wailed with the extravagance of professional Asiatic mourners. Here they repeat those signs of mourning. an ArianAria was a district of Persia. For “Eranians” （Old-Persian ariya） the Greeks used *)/arioi; at least Herodotus says this was an ancient name of the Medes. dirge in just the same fashion as a CissianCissia formed part of Susiana. wailing woman. With clenched fists, raining blows thick and fast, my outstretched handscould be seen descending from above, from far above, now on this side, now on that, till my battered and wretched head resounded with the
Aria (Afghanistan) (search for this): card 423
Chorus On my breast I beatAt the time of Agamemnon's murder, when the women wailed with the extravagance of professional Asiatic mourners. Here they repeat those signs of mourning. an ArianAria was a district of Persia. For “Eranians” （Old-Persian ariya） the Greeks used *)/arioi; at least Herodotus says this was an ancient name of the Medes. dirge in just the same fashion as a CissianCissia formed part of Susiana. wailing woman. With clenched fists, raining blows thick and fast, my outstretched handscould be seen descending from above, from far above, now on this side, now on that, till my battered and wretched head resounded with the
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