Full Chorus
STROPHE I.
Oh mother, hear me, Mother Night,
Who brought me forth, a living dread,
To scare the living and the dead,
Latona's son does me despite ;-
Stealing away my trembling prey,
Destined a mother's murder to requite.
Now o'er the victim lift the dread refrain,
The Furies' death-hymn, madness-fraught ;-
Torch of the brain, from Hades brought,—
Soul-binding, lyreless, mortal-blighting strain.
ANTISTROPHE I.
For Fate unswerving span, that we
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This office hold for evermore :—
Eumenides. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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