The Lyrical Dramas of Aeschylus Translated into English VerseAeschylus
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The Lyrical Dramas of Aeschylus Translated into English Verse
Aeschylus
Aeschylus -- Translations into English; Mythology, Greek -- Drama
CHORAL HYMN.[n55]
STROPHE I.
SEMI-CHORUS 1.
Lift ye the solemn hymn!
High let your pæans brim!
Praise in your strain
Gods that in glory reign
High o'er the Argive plain,
High o'er each castled hold,
Where Erasinus old[f24]
Winds to the main!
SEMI-CHORUS 2.
(_to the attendant maids_)
Sing, happy maids, with me!
Loud with responsive glee
Voice ye the strain!
Praise ye the Argive shore,
Praise holy Nile no more,
Wide where his waters roar,
Mixed with the main!
ANTISTROPHE I.
SEMI-CHORUS 1.
Lift ye the solemn hymn!
High let your pæans brim!
Praise in your strain
Torrents that bravely swell
Fresh through each Argive dell,
Broad streams that lazily
Wander, and mazily
Fatten the plain.
SEMI-CHORUS 2.
Sing, sisters, sing with me
Artemis chaste! may she
List to the strain!
Never, O never may
Marriage with fearful sway
Bind me; nor I obey
Hatefullest chain!
STROPHE II.
SEMI-CHORUS 1.
Yet, mighty praise be thine[n56]
Cyprian queen divine!
Hera, with thee I join,
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Nearest to Jove.
Subtly conceiving all,
Wiseliest weaving all,
Thy will achieving all
Nobly by love!
SEMI-CHORUS 2.
With thee Desire doth go;
Peitho,[f25] with suasive flow
Bending the willing foe,
Marches with thee.
Lovely Harmonia[n57]
Knows thee; and, smote with awe,
Strong kings obey the law
Whispered by thee.
STROPHE IV.
SEMI-CHORUS 1.
Yet must I fear the chase,[n58]
Sail spread in evil race,
War with a bloody pace
Spurred after me.
Why to this Argive shore
Came they with plashing oar,
If not with sorrow's store
Treasured for me?
SEMI-CHORUS 2.
Comes fated good or ill,
Wait we in patience still!
No power may thwart his will
Jove, mighty Jove.
Laden with sorrow's store
Virgins in days of yore
Praised, when their grief was o'er,
Jove, mighty Jove.
SEMI-CHORUS 1.
Jove, mighty Jove, may he
From wedded force for me
Rescue prepare!
SEMI-CHORUS 2.
Fair fall our maiden lot!
But mighty Jove may not
Yield to thy prayer.
SEMI-CHORUS 1.
Know'st thou what woes may be
Stored yet by Fate for me?
SEMI-CHORUS 2.
Jove and his hidden plan
Sight of the sharpest man
Searcheth in vain;
Thou in thy narrow span
Wisely remain!
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SEMI-CHORUS 1.
Wisely my thought may fare
Tell me, O tell me where?
SEMI-CHORUS 2.
'Gainst what the gods ordain
Fret not thy heart in vain!
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