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Herodotus, The Histories (ed. A. D. Godley) | 18 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington) | 16 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Euripides, Rhesus (ed. E. P. Coleridge) | 14 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Sophocles, Philoctetes (ed. Sir Richard Jebb) | 10 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Polybius, Histories | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Homer, The Odyssey (ed. Samuel Butler, Based on public domain edition, revised by Timothy Power and Gregory Nagy.) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Plato, Laws | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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To Ilion Wrath, fulfilling her intent,
This marriage-care -- the rightly named so -- sent:
In after-time, for the tables' abuse
And that of the hearth-partaker Zeus,
Bringing to punishment
Those who honoured with noisy throat
The honour of the bride, the hymenseal note
Which did the kinsfolk then to singing urge.
But, learning a new hymn for that which was,
The ancient city of Priamos
Groans probably a great and general dirge,
Denominating Paris
"The man that miserably marries": --
She who, all the while before,
A life, that was a general dirge
For citizens' unhappy slaughter, bore.
Approach then, my monarch, of Troia the sacker, of Atreus the son!
How ought I address thee, how ought I revere thee, -- nor yet overhitting
Nor yet underbending the grace that is fitting?
Many of mortals hasten to honour the seeming-to-be --
Passing by justice: and, with the ill-faring, to groan as he groans all are free.
But no bite of the sorrow their liver has reached to:
They say with the joyful, -- one outside on each, too,
As they force to a smile smileless faces.
But whoever is good at distinguishing races
In sheep of his flock -- it is not for the eyes
Of a man to escape such a shepherd's surprise,
As they seem, from a well-wishing mind,
In watery friendship to fawn and be kind.
Thou to me, then, indeed, sending an army for Helena's sake,
(I will not conceal it) wast -- oh, by no help of the Muses! -- depicted
Not well of thy midriff the rudder directing. -- convicted
Of bringing a boldness they did not desire to the men with existence at stake.
But now -- from no outside o
AGAMEMNON.
First, indeed, Argos, and the gods, the local,
'T is right addressing -- those with me the partners
In this return and right things done the city
Of Priamos: gods who, from no tongue hearing
The rights o' the cause, for Ilion's fate man-slaught'rous
Into the bloody vase, not oscillating,
Put the vote-pebbles, while, o' the rival vessel,
Hope rose up to the lip-edge: filled it was not.
By smoke the captured city is still conspicuous:
Até's burnt offerings live: and, dying with them,
The ash sends forth the fulsome blasts of riches.
Of these things, to the gods grace many-mindful
'T is right I render, since both nets outrageous
We built them round with, and, for sake of woman,
It did the city to dust -- the Argeian monster,
The horse's nestling, the shield-bearing people
That made a leap, at setting of the Pleiads,
And, vaulting o'er the tower, the raw-flesh-feeding
Lion licked up his fill of blood tyrannic.
I to the gods indeed prolonged this preface;
But -- as for thy
CHOROS.
Wherefore to me, this fear --
Groundedly stationed here
Fronting my heart, the portent-watcher -- flits she?
Wherefore should prophet-play
The uncalled and unpaid lay,
Nor -- having spat forth fear, like bad dreams -- sits she
On the mind's throne beloved -- well-suasive Boldness?
For time, since, by a throw of all the hands,
The boat's stern-cables touched the sands,
Has past from youth to oldness, --
When under Ilion rushed the ship-borne bands.