Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- To melodize thy sorrows — else, in singing,
- Calamitous, death-bringing!
- And of all this the end
- I am without resource to apprehend
- Well then, the oracle from veils no longer
- Shall be outlooking, like a bride new-married:
- But bright it seems, against the sun’s uprisings
- Breathing, to penetrate thee: so as, wave-like,
- To wash against the rays a woe much greater
- Than this. I will no longer teach by riddles.
- And witness, running with me, that of evils
- Done long ago, I nosing track the footstep!
- For, this same roof here — never quits a Choros
- One-voiced, not well-tuned since no well it utters:
- And truly having drunk, to get more courage,
- Man’s blood — the Komos keeps within the household
- — Hard to be sent outside — of sister Furies:
- They hymn their hymn — within the house close sitting —
- The first beginning curse: in turn spit forth at
- The Brother’s bed, to him who spurned it hostile.