Aeschyli EumenidesMacmillan, 1853 - 143 pages |
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... murder , wander unanneal'd ; Departed spirits shun me like a plague , Or else with foul reproaches torture me : But no avenging deity is wroth On my behalf , though I was foully slain . ( v . 76-102 . ) You , too , neglect me , and ...
... murder , wander unanneal'd ; Departed spirits shun me like a plague , Or else with foul reproaches torture me : But no avenging deity is wroth On my behalf , though I was foully slain . ( v . 76-102 . ) You , too , neglect me , and ...
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... ! ' Tis thou hast snatch'd the victim from mine eyes ! What , shall a God to Murder bring relief , And clasp a bloody hand in friendly guise ? ( v . 125-145 . ) Woe , when the stripling tyrant of an hour Can 8 THE FURIES .
... ! ' Tis thou hast snatch'd the victim from mine eyes ! What , shall a God to Murder bring relief , And clasp a bloody hand in friendly guise ? ( v . 125-145 . ) Woe , when the stripling tyrant of an hour Can 8 THE FURIES .
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... murder of a wedded lord Be counted blameless , and your anger sleeps , By your own laws I claim Orestes ' quittance : Or else what justice , if you scourge the one , And let the other triumph unrebuked ? I'll meet you on this question ...
... murder of a wedded lord Be counted blameless , and your anger sleeps , By your own laws I claim Orestes ' quittance : Or else what justice , if you scourge the one , And let the other triumph unrebuked ? I'll meet you on this question ...
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... murder dyes his hand , Close at his heels the fierce Avengers stand . CHORUS . Mother Night , from whom I spring , A curse to every guilty thing On the earth or in the grave , Hear me , Mother ! hear , and save . ( v . 283-313 ...
... murder dyes his hand , Close at his heels the fierce Avengers stand . CHORUS . Mother Night , from whom I spring , A curse to every guilty thing On the earth or in the grave , Hear me , Mother ! hear , and save . ( v . 283-313 ...
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... Murder find a home ; But when the fulness of time is come , We strike , and crumble them to dust . Never will I from my duty swerve : Be it a care to the Lords I serve That deprecating cries and tears Be check'd before they reach mine ...
... Murder find a home ; But when the fulness of time is come , We strike , and crumble them to dust . Never will I from my duty swerve : Be it a care to the Lords I serve That deprecating cries and tears Be check'd before they reach mine ...