Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEDEA: SPEECH OF THE CHORUS, by EURIPIDES Poet's Biography First Line: O haggard queen! To athens dost thou guide Last Line: Perish when thy victims bleed. Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies | ||||||||
TO DISSUADE MEDEA FROM HER PURPOSE OF PUTTING HER CHILDREN TO DEATH, AND FLYING FOR PROTECTION TO ATHENS. O HAGGARD queen! to Athens dost thou guide Thy glowing chariot, steeped in kindred gore: Or seek to hide thy foul infanticide Where Peace and Mercy dwell for evermore? The land where Truth, pure, precious, and sublime, Wooes the deep silence of sequestered bowers, And warriors, matchless since the first of time, Rear their bright banners o'er unconquered towers! Where joyous youth, to Music's mellow strain, Twines in the dance with nymphs forever fair, While Spring eternal on the lilied plain, Waves amber radiance through the fields of air! The tuneful Nine (so sacred legends tell) First waked their heavenly lyre these scenes among; Still in your greenwood bowers they love to dwell; Still in your vales they swell the choral song! But there the tuneful, chaste Pierian fair, The guardian nymphs of green Parnassus, now Sprung from Harmonia, while her graceful hair Waved in high auburn o'er her polished brow! ANTISTROPHE I. Where silent vales, and glades of green array, The murmuring wreaths of cool Cephisus lave, There, as the muse hath sung, at noon of day, The queen of Beauty bowed to taste the wave; And blest the stream, and breathed across the land The soft, sweet gale that fans yon summer bowers; And there the sister Loves, a smiling band, Crowned with the fragrant wreaths of rosy flowers! "And go," she cries, "in yonder valleys rove, With Beauty's torch the solemn scenes illume; Wake in each eye the radiant light of Love, Breathe on its cheek young Passion's tender bloom. "Entwine, with myrtle chains, your soft control, To sway the hearts of Freedom's darling kind! With glowing charms enrapture Wisdom's soul, And mould to grace ethereal Virtue's mind." STROPHE II. The land where Heaven's own hallowed waters play, Where friendship binds the generous and the good, Say, shall it hail thee from thy frantic way, Unholy woman! with thy hands embrued In thine own children's gore? Oh! ere they bleed, Let Nature's voice thy ruthless heart appall! Pause at the bold, irrevocable deed -- The mother strikes -- the guiltless babes shall fall! Think what remorse thy maddening thoughts shall sting, When dying pangs their gentle bosoms tear! Where shalt thou sink, when lingering echoes ring The screams of horror in thy tortured ear? No! let thy bosom melt to Pity's cry, -- In dust we kneel -- by sacred Heav'n implore -- O! stop thy lifted arm, ere yet they die, Nor dip thy horrid hands in infant gore! ANTISTROPHE II. Say, now shalt thou that barbarous soul assume, Undamped by horror at the daring plan? Hast thou a heart to work thy children's doom? Or hands to finish what thy wrath began? When o'er each babe you look a last adieu, And gaze on Innocence that smiles asleep, Shall no fond feeling beat to Nature true, Charm thee to pensive thought -- and bid thee weep! When the young suppliants clasp their parent dear, Heave the deep sob, and pour the artless prayer, -- Ay! thou shalt melt; -- and many a heart-shed tear Gush o'er the hardened features of despair! Nature shall throb in every tender string, -- Thy trembling heart the ruffian's task deny; -- Thy horror-smitten hands afar shall fling The blade, undrenched in blood's eternal dye. CHORUS. Hallowed Earth! with indignation Mark, oh mark, the murderous deed! Radiant eye of wide creation, Watch the accursed infanticide! Yet, ere Colchia's rugged daughter Perpetrate the dire design, And consign to kindred slaughter Children of thy golden line! Shall mortal hand, with murder gory, Cause immortal blood to flow? Sun of Heaven! -- arrayed in glory Rise, forbid, avert the blow! In the vales of placid gladness Let no rueful maniac range; Chase afar the fiend of Madness, Wrest the dagger from Revenge! Say, hast thou, with kind protection, Reared thy smiling race in vain; Fostering Nature's fond affection, Tender cares, and pleasing pain? Hast thou, on the troubled ocean, Braved the tempest loud and strong, Where the waves, in wild commotion, Roar Cyanean rocks among? Didst thou roam the paths of danger, Hymenean joys to prove? Spare, O sanguinary stranger, Pledges of thy sacred love! Ask not Heaven's commiseration, After thou hast done the deed; Mercy, pardon, expiation, Perish when thy victims bleed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE AEOLUS: THE OLD MEN by EURIPIDES |
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