Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- For Ares, gold-exchanger for the dead,
- And balance-holder in the fight o’ the spear,
- Due-weight from Ilion sends —
- What moves the tear on tear —
- A charred scrap to the friends:
- Filling with well-packed ashes every urn,
- For man — that was — the sole return.
- And they groan — praising much, the while,
- Now this man as experienced in the strife,
- Now that, fallen nobly on a slaughtered pile,
- Because of — not his own — another’s wife.
- But things there be, one barks,
- When no man harks:
- A surreptitious grief that’s grudge
- Against the Atreidai who first sought the judge.
- But some there, round the rampart, have
- In Ilian earth, each one his grave:
- All fair-formed as at birth,
- It hid them — what they have and hold — the hostile earth.
- And big with anger goes the city’s word,