Tecmessa
1 beg tliee, he persuaded.
To think thy words will ever change my purpose.
Oh, happiest, best abode, my native isle,
Fair Salamis, encompassed by the sea,
On thee whilst gods and men indulgent smile,
My country, oh behold and pity me !
A long, long time on Ida's plain
Thus doomed inglorious to remain,
While circling years roll o'er my wretched head ;
New terrors still aifright me here,
Still is my heart appalled with fear.
Lest I should visit soon the mansions of the dead.
The bravest leader of the Grecian host,
Untimely visited by wrath divine.
And in the desp'rate cruel frenzy lost.
There was a time when sent by thee
He gained the wreath of victory.
Though now his weeping friends lament his fall :
The ungrateful chiefs revere no more
The virtues they admired before ;
His gallant deeds are now forgotten all.
Weighed down with years, when thou in hoary age,
Unhappy mother, shalt these tidings hear
How wilt thou weep and wail with grief sincere !
Not like the plaintive nightingale
That warbles sweet her tender tale,
But with loud shrieks of horrible despair :
With sharpest anguish sore opprest,
Then shalt thou beat thy aged breast,
And in deep sorrow rend thy wild dishevelled hair.
'Tis better far to die than, hopeless still
Of cure, to languish under sore disease ;
When mortals suffer such distinguished ill
The silent tomb is liberty and ease.
His ancient fame and glory lost,
Sinks down at last o'erwhelmed with foul disgiace*
How will hapless father bear
His son's distressful fate to hear,
E'en such as never fell on ^acus his race !
Ajax
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Strophe.
A^itistroplie.
Stro2?he 2.
Antistrophe 2.
ACT III.
Scene I.
Still are the secret things of man revealed.
And what is known again in darkness hid
By endless and immeasurable time ;
And nothing is there but in length of days
May come to pass ; e'en sacred oaths are broken,
And the fixed mind, perverse and obstinate.
Subdued by time : I, who like hardened steel
Wjis late inflexible, am softened now
To pity and remorse by this dear woman ;
I cannot bear to leave her here a widow
Amidst her foes, or to forsake my child,
A helpless orphan. No ; I will retire
Along the shore, and seek the running stream,
Avert the wimth of angry heaven, and wash
My crimes away : there haply shall I find
Some unfrequented spot where I may hide
This fatal weapon, this destructive sword :
Oh ! I will bury it deep in earth, that none
May see it more, but night and Erebus
Preserve it still from ev'ry mortal eye.
E'er since that hapless day, when from the hand
Of Hector 1 received this dreadful boon.
Nought have I had from Greece but pain and woe
True is the adage, " From the hands of foes
Gifts are not gifts, but injurres most fatal."
Hereafter will I yield me to the Gods
And the Atridiu ; since they are my masters,
'Tis meet that 1 obey them : all that's strong
And mighty must submit to poweis superior :
Doth not the snowy winter to the bloom
Of fruitful summer yield ? and night obscure,
When by white steeds Aurora drawn lights up
The rising day, submissively retire ?
The roaring sea, long vexed by angry winds,
Is lulled by milder zephyrs to repose,
And oft the fetters of all-conq'ring sleep
Are kindly loosed to free the captive mind.
From Nature then, who thus instructs mankind.
Long since I knew to treat my foe like one
Whom I hereafter as a friend might love
If he deserved it, and to love my friend
As if he still might one day be my foe :
For little is the trust we can repose
In human friendships. But to my intent :
Go thou, Tecmessa, and beseech the gods
To grant what I request : do you perform
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The same kind ofiice ; and when Teucer comes,
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Tell him, the care of me and all my friends
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I leave to him : whither I must, I must.
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Obey my orders : wretched as I am
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Soon shall ye see me freed from all my woes. [£J'xei'ML
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Now let sounds of mirth and joy
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Every blissful hour employ :
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Borne on pleasure's airy wing,
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lo Pan ! to thee we sing :
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Thee, whom on the rocky shore
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Wreck- 'scaped mariners adore,
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Skilled the mazy dance to lead.
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Teach, oh teach, our feet to tread
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The round which Cretan Cnossus knows,
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At Nyssa which spontaneous rose ;
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Pan, oh ! guide this tuneful throng,
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Whjle to thee we raise the song,
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From Cyllene's snowy brow ;
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King of pleasures, hear us now !
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"From thy mountains, oh, appear !
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Joy and happiness are here :
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And do thou, O Delian king !
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Now thy aid propitious bring !
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Oh ! from the Icarian sea
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Come, Apollo, smile on me.
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All our sorrows now are o'er.
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Grief and madness are no more :
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See, the happy day appears,
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Mighty Jove ! that ends our fears ;
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Let us, free from every care,
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Gladly to our ships repair :
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Sinks, forgetful of his woes ;
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Humbly to the gods resigned,
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He devotes his better mind :
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Time that witliers can restore
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Human plejisures. Now no more
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Must we say our vows are vain ;
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Nought unlioped for should remain,
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Since, beyond our wishes, see
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'Gainst th' Atridae all his rage
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See how milder thoughts assuage.
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Bitter strife and quarrels cease ;
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All is harmony and peace.
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