The Tragedies of Sophocles

D. A. Talboys, 1819 - 408 Seiten

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Seite 39 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is in the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Seite 190 - Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an ideot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Seite 231 - Presid'st on bleak Dodona's vocal hill. (Whose groves, the Selli, race austere ! surround, Their feet unwash'd, their slumbers on the ground ; Who hear, from rustling oaks, thy dark decrees ; 290 And catch the fates, low-whisper'd in the breeze :) Hear, as of old ! Thou gav'st, at Thetis' prayer, Glory to me, and to the Greeks despair.
Seite vi - ... and its gates proudly hung with trophies. Sophocles appears with splendid dignity, like some imperial palace of richest architecture, the symmetry of whose parts and the chaste magnificence of the whole, delight the eye. and command the approbation of the judgment. The pathetic and moral Euripides hath the solemnity of a Gothic temple, whose storied windows admit a dim religious light, enough to show...
Seite 394 - A wandering exile, from thy sister far. Nor in the cleansing lavers did I bathe With these fond hands thy corse, nor, as became A sister, bear 'from the consuming flames The mournful burden. By a stranger's hands These duties paid, thou com'st a little dust . Clos'd in a little urn.
Seite 126 - ... He was not ; but we saw the king alone ; He stood) and o'er his face his hands he spread Shading his eyes, as if with terror struck At something horrible to human sight. Thus long he stood not, but we saw him soon The Earth adoring, and Olympus high, Seat of th' immortal gods, with ardent pray'r. But by what fate he died no mortal man, Save Theseus, can declare : for not the flames Thick flashing from the thunders of high Jove Consum'd him, nor the tempest from the sea Then raging wild ; but...
Seite 67 - I ask indeed but little, and receive Less than that little ; yet for me e'en that Suffices ; my afflictions, the long course Of years so pass'd, and fortitude of soul Teach me with cheerfulness to bear my ills. But, O my daughter, some one if thou seest Or in the sacred groves, or on the seats Not hallow'd, lead me thither, place me there, That in what land we are we may inquire ; For of the natives, strangers as we are, We come to learn, and as instructed act.
Seite 133 - Creon, who succeeded to the throne of Thebes, allowed funeral honours to Eteocles, but commanded the body of Polynices to be cast out unburied, a prey to dogs and ravenous birds, denouncing death to any person who should presume to disobey his edict, and inter the corse. The tender and virtuous Antigone, so illustrious for her filial piety, shines forth on this occasion a bright example of affection to her brother, and reverence to the gods ; animated with a sense of duty, and unterrified by the...
Seite 351 - Euripides, yielding to the bold and exalted genius of ./Eschylus, pursued a plan more adapted to the exquisite sensibility of his own mind ; and by presenting his Electra in a rustic cottage, and patiently engaged in the laborious offices of her humble station, he renders her amiable before he displays the noble elevation of her mind : he always knew the way to touch the heart. Sophocles has dared to dispute the palm with /Eschylus even on...
Seite 309 - As, wearied with the tossing of the waves, They saw me sleeping on the shore, beneath This rock's rude covering, with malignant joy They left me, and sail'd hence. Think from that sleep, my son, how I awoke, When they were gone ! Think on my tears, my groans. — Such ills lamenting, when I saw my ships, With which I hither sail'd, all out at sea, And steering hence ; no mortal in the place ; Not one to succour me; — not one to lend His lenient hand to mitigate my wound ! On every side I roll'd...

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