A.J. Valpy, and sold by all booksellers, 1832

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Página 109 - I honoured thee, And in exchange for thine my forfeit life Devoted ; now I die for thee, though free Not to have died, but from Thessalia's chiefs Preferring whom I pleased in royal state To have lived happy here : I had no will To live bereft of thee with these poor orphans; I die without reluctance, though the gifts Of youth are mine to make life grateful to me. Yet he that gave thee birth, and she that bore thee, Deserted thee, though well it had beseemed them With honour to have died for thee,...
Página 109 - With honour to have died for thee, t' have saved Their son with honour, glorious in their death. They had no child but thee, they had no hope Of other offspring shouldst thou die; and I Might thus have lived, thou mightst have lived, till age Crept slowly on, nor wouldst thou heave the sigh Thus of thy wife deprived, nor train alone Thy orphan children. But some god appointed It should be thus : thus be it. Thou to me Requite this kindness ; never shall I ask An equal retribution, nothing bears A...
Página 115 - When, to avert his doom, His mother in the earth refused to lie ; Nor would his ancient father die To save his son from an untimely tomb ; Though the hand of time had spread Hoar hairs o'er each aged head ; In youth's fresh bloom, in beauty's radiant glow, The darksome way thou daredst to go. And for thy youthful lord's to give thy life. Be mine so true a wife, Though rare the lot : then should I prove...
Página 106 - Stretched her right hand ; nor was there one so mean To whom she spoke not, and admitted him To speak to her again. Within the house These are our griefs.
Página ix - ... his age, during which time he composed seventy-five tragedies, frequently retiring to his native Salamis, and there indulging his melancholy muse in a rude and gloomy cavern. His reputation was now so illustrious, that Archelaus, king of Macedonia, invited him to his court : this monarch to his many royal virtues added a fondness for literature and the muses, and had drawn to him from Greece many who excelled in the polite arts, particularly those who were eminent for their learning, philosophers...
Página 146 - ... with their lords Suffer in their afflictions, and their hearts Are touch'd with social sorrow; and my griefs Swell, for Medea's sufferings, to such height, That strong desire impell'd me to come forth, And tell them to the earth and to the skies. Tut. Admits she yet no respite to her groans ? Nur.
Página 40 - Hath been my charge, shall be with laurel boughs And sacred wreaths to cleanse the vestibule Of Phoebus, on the pavement moistening dews To rain, and with my bow to chase the birds Which would defile the hallow'd ornaments. A mother's fondness, and a father's care I never knew: the temple of the god Claims then my service, for it nurtured me.
Página 111 - ... soul, come when he will, Though an unreal vision of the night. Had I the voice of Orpheus, and his skill Of power to soothe with my melodious strains The daughter of bright Ceres, or her husband, That from their realms I might receive thee back, I would go down ; nor should th' infernal dog, Nor the stern Charon, sitting at his oar To waft the dead, restrain me, till thy life I had restored to the fair light of day. But there await me till I die ; prepare A mansion for me, as again with me To...
Página 145 - Or murder ev'n the monarch of the land, Or the new-married Jason, on herself Drawing severer ills : for like a storm Her passions swell, and he that dares enrage her Will have small cause to boast his victory. But see, her sons from the gymnastic ring Returning, heedless of their mother's ills; For youth holds no society with grief.
Página 115 - O, that I had the power, Could I but bring thee from the shades of night Again to view this golden light, To leave that boat, to leave that dreary shore, Where Cocytus, deep and wide, Rolls along his sullen tide ! For thou, O best of women, thou alone For thy lord's life daredst give thy own. Light lie the earth upon that gentle breast, And be thou ever bless'd ! But should he choose to wed again, Mine and thy children's hearts would hold him in disdain.

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