Sophocles

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G. Allen, 1902 - 215 páginas
 

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Página v - If, because of the immense fame of the following Tragedy, I wished to acquaint myself with it, and could only do so by the help of a translator, I should require him to be literal at every cost save that of absolute violence to our language.
Página xviii - But be his My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild ; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole ; The mellow glory of the Attic stage, Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
Página v - I would be tolerant for once, — in the case of so immensely famous an original, — of even a clumsy attempt to furnish me with the very turn of each phrase in as Greek a fashion as English will bear...
Página lxvi - Being's floods, in Action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion ! Birth and Death, An infinite ocean ; A seizing and giving The fire of Living : 'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by.
Página lxxiii - ... be considerably operated upon, without presenting any image at all, by certain sounds adapted to that purpose; of which we have a sufficient proof in the acknowledged and powerful effects of instrumental music. In reality, a great clearness helps but little towards affecting the passions, as it is in some sort an enemy to all enthusiasms whatsoever.
Página 165 - And Love can splay Uprightest of virtue; Lead astray, Better to hurt you ! 'Tis he did the wrong, 'Tis he beguiled Father and son to feud so dire. Desire's too strong ! — Out of the eyelid Peeped of a lovely bride, Desire ! He with Law has a court, Sovran in might with her. Divine Aphrodite wreaks her sport; Who will be bold to fight with her?
Página 86 - Haunts o' the God where the berries are legion ! Never a wintry wind dishevels Bacchus' close, never hot sun forces These shy swards where he loves to lead the revels, Nymphs to nurse and to tend his courses.' But it may justly be said that this rendering, though close and in some ways good, is yet by no means what it certainly should be — great poetry. For, though the translator quotes ' the great Erasmus ' to show that 'antiquity played the fool in this sort of choruses in which eloquence is...
Página 165 - When Love disputes He carries his battles ! Love he loots The rich of their chattels ! By delicate cheeks On maiden's pillow Watches he all the night-time long ; His prey he seeks Over the billow, Pastoral haunts he preys among. Gods are deathless, and they Cannot elude his whim ; And oh ! amid us whose life's a day, Mad is the heart that broodeth him...

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