The Persians of Aeschylus, tr. with notes by W. Palin1829 - 80 pages |
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Page 113 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Page 29 - Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark ! So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Firm peace recover'd soon, and wonted calm.
Page 110 - Tis done — but yesterday a King ! And arm'd with Kings to strive—- And now thou art a nameless thing ! So abject — yet alive...
Page 72 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Page 93 - But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us while we strut To our confusion.
Page 12 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Page 49 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot; All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not: And let thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space. Whose altar earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all being raise, All nature's incense rise!
Page 100 - When I therefore was thus minded, did I use lightness ? or the things that I purpose, do I purpose according to the flesh, that with me there should be yea, yea, and nay, nay ? 18 But as God is true, our word toward you was not yea and nay.
Page 21 - Tis certain, greatness, .once fall'n out with fortune, Must fall out with men too : what the declined is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others As feel in his own fall : for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer...
Page 111 - Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind, Thou taught'st the rest to see.