Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- Leaving, — to holy seats she hies,
- Not worshipping the power of wealth
- Stamped with applause by stealth:
- And to its end directs each thing begun.
- Approach then, my monarch, of Troia the sacker, of Atreus the son!
- How ought I address thee, how ought I revere thee, — nor yet overhitting
- Nor yet underbending the grace that is fitting?
- Many of mortals hasten to honour the seeming-to-be —
- Passing by justice: and, with the ill-faring, to groan as he groans all are free.
- But no bite of the sorrow their liver has reached to:
- They say with the joyful, — one outside on each, too,
- As they force to a smile smileless faces.
- But whoever is good at distinguishing races
- In sheep of his flock — it is not for the eyes
- Of a man to escape such a shepherd’s surprise,
- As they seem, from a well-wishing mind,