"Where reason dictates, strife should never come ;
But quick, despatch ! fulfil her just commands.
Yet, O my friends I remember, our attempt
Is full of danger, and let nought escape
That may betray me to my cruel mother ;
For if it reach her ear, this daring act,
I fear me much, shall one day cost us dear.
Or my prophetic mind is now no more
Attentive as of old to wisdom's lore,
Or justice comes, with speedy vengeance fraught ;
Behold ! the goddess armed with power appears-
It must be so, by Clytemnestra's fears.
And the dire dream that on her fancy wrought :
Thy father, not unmindful of his fate.
Shall hither come his wrongs to vindicate ;
And, in his gore imbrued.
The fatal axe with him shall rise,
Shall ask another sacrifice,
And drink with him the cruel tyrant's blood.
Lo ! with unnumbered hands and countless feet,
The fury comes her destined prey to meet ;
Deep in the covert hid she glides unseen,
Hangs o'er the trembUng murderer's head,
Or steals to the adultrous bed,
An awful witness of the guilty scene ;
Doubtless the dream with all its terrors meant
For crimes like these Bome dreadful punishment,
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I f mortals aught from nightly visions know,
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If truth from great Apollo's shrine
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Appears in oracles divine,
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1 *resagiug bliss to come, or threat'ning future woe.
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C) Pelops ; to thy countiy and to thco
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The fatal course brought woe and misery ;
For since the time v/hen, from his chariot thi'own,
For thee the guilty wreath to gain,
The hapless Myrtihis was slain,
Nought has thy wretched race but grief and sorrow