Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EUMENIDES: THE FURIES' PRAYER, by AESCHYLUS Poet's Biography First Line: Come, dance and song, in linked round Last Line: A withering fire! | ||||||||
COME, dance and song, in linked round! More deep than blithe Muse can We'll make these groaning chanters sound Our governance over man! No parley! Give us judgement swift! We vex not in our wrath who spread White hands to Heaven uplift. Not unto such; he journeyeth Unharmed, a happy traveller Through life to the last pause of Death: But to the froward soul, that seeks, Like him, to cloak up, if he could, Plague-spotted hands, with murder red, To such our apparition speaks, The faithful witness for the dead, Plenipotentiary of Blood And Slaughter's sovran minister. Hear me, my mother! Hark, Night, in whose womb I lay, Born to punish dead souls in the dark And the living souls in the day! Lo, Leto's Lion-cub My right denies; He would take my slinking beast of the field, Mine, mine by mother-murder sealed, My lawful sacrifice. But this is the song for the victim slain, To blight his heart and blast his brain, Wilder and wilder and whirl him along; This is the song, the Furies' song, Not sung to harp or lyre, To bind men's souls in links of brass And over their bodies to mutter and pass A withering fire! Long the thread Fate spun And gave us to have and hold For ever, through all Time's texture run, Our portion from of old. Who walks with murder wood, With him walk we On to the grave, the deep-dug pit; And when he's dead, he shall have no whit Too large a liberty! Oh! this is the song for the victim slain, To blight his heart and blast his brain, Wilder and wilder and whirl him along! This is the song, the Furies' song, Not sung to harp or lyre, To bind men's souls in links of brass And over their bodies to mutter and pass A withering fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS AGAMEMNON: HELEN. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS AGAMEMNON: THE PURPLE CARPER by AESCHYLUS AGAMEMNON: THE SACRIFICE OF IPHIGENIA. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS AGAMEMNON: WELCOME TO AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS CHOEPHOROI: INVOCATION OF AGAMEMNON'S GHOST by AESCHYLUS CHOEPHOROI: ORESTES GOES MAD by AESCHYLUS CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |
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