He from her vestments snatch'd, then, dreadful deed ! Raised high his hand, and plunged their piercing points Deep in his orbs of sight, exclaiming thus, That her no more they should behold, his woes, His horrid deeds no more ; but henceforth dark Nor... The Tragedies of Sophocles - Page 54by Sophocles - 1808 - 406 pagesFull view - About this book
| Aristotle, Thomas Twining - Aesthetics - 1812 - 516 pages
...[¿ниша-ас cayovotf' аЛЛ* ори O/tjSç©' %aX«£íjf ¿ifJUtTOS tTtyyero *. Oed. Tyr. v. 1284. " Thus oft exclaiming, he his eyelids raised, " And...cheeks, nor ceased the gushing " drops, " But rain'da shower of black and streaming " gore." Potter's Translation. But Sophocles did not confine himself... | |
| Aristotle, Thomas Twining - Aesthetics - 1812 - 508 pages
...iqvpvtav, ffoXX«x<j re K ov ITTUIUV jSxepaa' Qoivicti o « [MJ$u<rets fuyovocf ' aXX* . TJr. v. 1284. " Thus oft exclaiming, he his eyelids raised, " And...cheeks, nor ceased the gushing " drops, " But rain'da shower of black and streaming " gore." Potter's Translation. But Sophocles did not confine himself... | |
| Sophocles - Greek drama - 1813 - 430 pages
...vestments snatch 'd, then, dreadful deed! Rais'd high his hand, and plung'd their piercing point.* Deep in his orbs of sight, exclaiming thus, That her...converse, know. Thus oft exclaiming he his eyelids rais'd, And rent the orbs of sight 5 the bleeding balls Imbath'd bis cheeks, nor ceas'd the gushing... | |
| Aristotle - Aesthetics - 1815 - 492 pages
...tyuiiau <T ••'./ <,iu { > v;v.%( ysvti Oj'.'-;-V" j£aXa£tjj aJ/xanu JTiyytro*. (Ed. Tyr. y. 1284, Thus oft exclaiming, he his eyelids raised, And rent the orbs of sight; the bleeding balls Trabalh'd his cheeks, nor ceased the gushing drops, But rained a shower of black and streaming gore.... | |
| Sophocles - Greek drama - 1820 - 432 pages
...noose. When on the floor the wretched corse was laid, The golden clasps, with which she was adorn'd, He from her vestments snatch'd, then, dreadful deed!...converse, know. Thus oft exclaiming he his eyelids raised, Imbath'd his cheeks, nor ceased the gushing drops, But rain'da show'r of black and streaming gore.... | |
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