Euripides (Ancient Greek: Εὐριπίδης) (ca. 480 BCE – 406 BCE) was the last of the three great tragedians of classical Athens (the other two being Aeschylus and Sophocles). Ancient scholars thought that Euripides had written ninety-five plays, although four of those were probably written by Critias. Eighteen or nineteen of Euripides' plays have survived complete. There has been debate about his ... more »
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Cassandra's Wild Marriage Song
Alight! a light! rise up, be swift; I seize, I worship, and I lift The bridal torches' festal rays, Till all the burning fane's ablaze! Hymen! Hymenæan king!
Queen of Love
To yours, O Venus, and your Son's control, Whose glittering pinions speed his flight, The Gods incline their stubborn soul, And mortals yielding to resistless might.
Two rival Consorts ne'er can I approve, Or Sons, the source of strife, their births who owe To different Mothers; hence connubial love Is banish'd, and the mansion teems with woe. One blooming nymph let cautious Husbands wed, And share with her alone an unpolluted bed.
The Strength of Fate
In heaven-high musings and many, Far-seeking and deep debate, Of strong things find I not any That is as the strength of Fate.
Farewell To Alcestis
Daughters of Pelias, with farewell from me, I' the house of Hades have thy unsunned home! Let Hades know, the dark-haired deity, And he who sits to row and steer alike,
O winged Fiend, who from the Earth And an infernal Viper drew'st thy birth, Thou cam'st, thou cam'st, to bear away, Amidst incessant groans, thy prey,
The Precarious Life of Man
When I reflect on Heaven's just sway, Each anxious thought is driven away; But, ah! too soon, hope's flattering prospect ends, And in this harass'd soul despair succeeds;
The Wedding of Peleus and Thetis
Merrily rose the bridal strain, With the pipe of reed and the wild harp ringing, With the Libyan flute, and the dancers' train, And the bright-haired Muses singing.
The Exile's Song
Th' immoderate Loves in their career, Nor glory nor esteem attends, But when the Cyprian Queen descends Benignant from her starry sphere,
One with eyes the fairest Cometh from his dwelling, Some one loves thee, rarest, Bright beyond my telling.
O For the Wings of a Dove
Could I take me to some cavern for mine hiding, In the hilltops where the Sun scarce hath trod; Or a cloud make the home of mine abiding, As a bird among the bird-droves of God.
No more, O Troy, thy dreaded name Conspicuous in the lists of fame, Midst fortresses impregnable shall stand, In such thick clouds an armed host Pours terrors from the Grecian coast,
Lost is the Bliss
Lost is the bliss, the rank supreme, The valour, Atreus' son display'd Thro' Greece, and on the banks of Simois' stream, The victor's glittering trophies are decay'd;
Life's Perplexing Maze
A thousand shapes our varying Fates assume, The Gods perform what we could least expect, And oft' the things for which we fondly hop'd Come not to pass: but Heaven still finds a clue To guide our steps through life's perplexing maze.
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Cassandra's Wild Marriage Song
Alight! a light! rise up, be swift;
I seize, I worship, and I lift
The bridal torches' festal rays,
Till all the burning fane's ablaze!
Hymen! Hymenæan king!
Look there! look there! what blessings wait
Upon the bridegroom's nuptial state!
And I, how blest, who proudly ride
Through Argos' streets, a queenly bride!
Go thou, my mother! go!
With many a gushing tear
And frantic shriek of woe.
Wail for thy sire, thy country dear!
I the while, in bridal glee,
Lif the glowing, glittering fire.
Hymen! Hymen! all to thee
Flames the torch and rings the ...