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Homeric Hymns (ed. Hugh G. Evelyn-White) 10 0 Browse Search
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Sophocles, Electra (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 174 (search)
Chorus Courage, my daughter, courage; Zeus in the skyis still mighty, and he sees and rules all. Leave your oversharp anger to him; be neither excessively hostile to those you hate, nor forgetful of them, since Time is a god who brings ease.Neither the son of Agamemnon, who dwells by Crisa's cattle-feeding shore nor the god who reigns beside Acheron is unmindful of you. Electra But the best part of life has passed away leaving me in hopelessness, and I have no strength left. I waste away without children and have no loving husband to champion me, but like some despised foreign slave,I serve in the halls of my father, wrapped in shabby garments and standing to eat scanty meals.
Sophocles, Electra (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 680 (search)
eir horses, and shook the reins in their hands; the whole course was filled with the clatter of rattling chariots; and the dust flew upward.All of them in a confused throng kept plying their goads unsparingly, so that one of them might pass the wheel-hubs and the snorting steeds of his rivals; for both at their backs and at their rolling wheels the breath of the horses foamed and smattered.Orestes, driving close to the near edge of the turning-post, almost grazed it with his wheel each time and, giving rein to the trace-horse on the right, he checked the horse on the inner side. To this point, all the chariots still stood upright. But then the Aenian'shard-mouthed colts carried him out of control as they passed out of the turn from the sixth into the seventh lap and dashed their foreheads against the rig of the Barcaean. Next, as a result of this one mishap, the cars kept smashing and colliding with each other, and the wholerace-ground of Crisa swelled with shipwrecked chariots.