Plays and Fragments: Electra. 1894University Press, 1894 |
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Page 197 - Think Of our sad fate with gentleness, as now; And let mild, pitying thoughts lighten for thee Thy sorrow's load. Err not in harsh despair, But tears and patience. One thing more, my child : For thine own sake be constant to the love Thou bearest us; and to the faith that I, Though wrapt in a strange cloud of crime and shame, Lived ever holy and unstained.
Page 153 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade!) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier ; By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn 'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd ! What tho...
Page 81 - Then I will speak. Thou sayest that thou hast slain my father. What word could bring thee deeper shame than that, whether the deed was just or not? But I must tell thee that thy deed was not just; no, thou wert drawn on to it by the wooing of the base man who is now thy spouse. Ask the huntress Artemis what sin she punished when she stayed the frequent winds at Aulis ; or I will tell thee ; for we may not learn from her.
Page 103 - All shouted to their horses, and shook the reins in their hands; the whole course was filled with the noise of rattling chariots; the dust flew upward; and all, in a confused throng, plied their goads unsparingly, each of them striving to pass the wheels and the snorting steeds of his rivals; for alike at their backs and at their rolling wheels the breath of the horses foamed and smote. Orestes, driving close to the pillar at either end of the course, almost grazed it with his wheel each time, and,...
Page 135 - ... father's house; who, when their foes were firmly planted of yore, took their lives in their hands and stood forth as avengers of blood! Worthy of love are these twain, worthy of reverence from all; at festivals, and wherever the folk are assembled, let these be honoured of all men for their prowess.' Thus will every one speak of us, so that in life and in death our glory shall not fail. Come, dear sister, hearken! Work with thy sire, share the burden of thy brother, win rest from woes for me...
Page 25 - Erinyes — ye who behold when a life is reft by violence, when a bed is dishonoured by stealth — come, help me, avenge the murder of my sire, and send to me my brother; for I have no more the strength to bear up alone against the load of grief that weighs me down.
Page 167 - Nay, by ever-virgin Artemis, I will never stoop to fear women, stay-at-homes, vain burdens of the ground! ORESTES Yet remember that in women, too, dwells the spirit of battle; thou hast had good proof of that, I ween. ELECTRA Alas! ah me! Thou hast reminded me of my sorrow, one which, from its nature, cannot be veiled, cannot be done away with, cannot forget!
Page 69 - If I am not an erring seer and one who fails in wisdom, Justice, that hath sent the presage, will come, triumphant in her righteous strength, will come ere long, my child, to avenge. There is courage in my heart, through those new tidings of the dream that breathes comfort. Not forgetful is thy sire, the lord of Hellas; not forgetful is the twoedged axe of bronze that struck the blow of old, and slew him with foul cruelty.
Page 165 - We see him, daughter; and for this happy fortune a tear of joy trickles from our eyes. El. Offspring of him whom I loved best, thou hast come even now, thou hast come, and found and seen her whom thy heart desired! Or. I am with thee; but keep silence for a while. El. What meanest thou ? Or. 'Tis better to be silent, lest some one within should hear. El. Nay, by ever-virgin Artemis, I will never stoop to fear women, stay-at-homes, vain burdens of the ground!
Page 13 - Phoebus gave me the response which thou art now to hear: that alone, and by stealth, without aid of arms or numbers, I should snatch the righteous vengeance of my hand. Since, then, the god spake to us on this wise, thou must go into yonder house, when opportunity gives thee entrance, and learn all that is passing there, so that thou mayest report to us from sure knowledge. Thine age, and the lapse of time, will prevent them from recognising thee; they will never suspect who thou art, with that silvered...