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396-443 AESCHYLUS<br />
Grasp the bolt with grapplings dread<br />
To cleave their climbing crests amain?<br />
May firm affiance keep our land;<br />
I sue for nothing at God's hand<br />
But that after oppression long<br />
Justice walk the world again.<br />
Hear, Earth; and all the Chthonian throng<br />
Throned in the darkness of the dead!<br />
Ch. It is the Law; when man's blood falls<br />
El. They would have none of me; humbled<br />
and chidden,<br />
Like a pestilent hound, a cur unwhipped,<br />
Closeted up in the castle-crypt;<br />
There in the kennelled darkness hidden<br />
Freelier flowed my secret weeping<br />
Than ever careless laughter leaping<br />
When the world was gay and my heart was light.<br />
Brother, my wrongs in the memory write!<br />
Man's blood shall pay full cess:<br />
Ch. Let that thy courage brace,<br />
With "Haro! Haro!" Murder calls<br />
Like steel-drilled marble, mortised and made one<br />
God's fell Erinyes,<br />
With thy calm heart's unshaken base.<br />
And in some late succeeding age<br />
What's done is done:<br />
For souls slain long ago<br />
But stick not till Expectancy behold<br />
Fresh horrors mount the bloody stage<br />
The sequel: on; be firm as thou art bold.<br />
For blacker deeds of woe.<br />
Or. Father, be with us! Father, thee I callI<br />
Or. Oho! 0 heigh! Yedim Dominionsl<br />
El. And I with heavy heart and streaming eyesl<br />
Princedoms of Death! Ye potent malisons<br />
Ch. And all our many voices sound as one I<br />
Of murdered men! Behold and see<br />
Rise, oh, rise,<br />
Of Atreus' noble tree<br />
And feel the sun:<br />
The poor, the pitiful, the last<br />
Be with us 'gainst the common enemy of alii<br />
Scantling, from home and kingly state outcast! Or. Plea shall encounter Plea, Power grapple<br />
Hear us, 0 Zeus, for we have none bu t Thee!<br />
Power I<br />
Ch. I listen and tremble; thy cry of dole<br />
El. The righteous cause, ye Gods, judge<br />
Fevers my heart; anon<br />
righteously I<br />
Faint for wanhope am I;<br />
Ch. I listen, and I shudder while ye pray:<br />
It thicks my blood, it clouds my soul,<br />
Destiny<br />
Thy passing piteous cryl<br />
Abides alway,<br />
But when the fit is gone,<br />
But prayer can hasten on the inveitable houri<br />
And my fixed heart is firm to dare,<br />
Or. Oh, heritage of Grief! Incarnate Woe I<br />
Pain stands far off; and calm and fair<br />
Oh, Bloody Hand of Doom that jars the strings I<br />
And cool the brightening sky.<br />
Now is the voice of melody brought low I<br />
El. How move the dead? How prosper in our plea? El. Oh, how they grate, these harsh chords<br />
Oh, what can wring them like our misery!<br />
Sorrow wrings!<br />
This cloud that overhangs<br />
All. Pang on pang, and throe on throe I<br />
Our house, these parent-pangs?<br />
Or. Within there is no styptic for this wound,<br />
Traitress I She could fawn and glose,<br />
And the wide world is powerless to aid;<br />
But she can never cheat us of our woes;<br />
By our own hands our safety must be found,<br />
We are her children and have wolfish fangs.<br />
Ch. I beat to the sound of the Arian dirging,<br />
El. Fury with fury, blood in blood be stayed.<br />
All. This is our hymn to the Gods Earth-bound.<br />
Yea, to the Kissian wailer's cry;<br />
Ch. Hear ,ye Earth dwellers all, that have<br />
With wild hands lifted high and high,<br />
Power and bliss beyond the gravel<br />
Clashing and clutching and tossing and surging; The seed of Childhood succour and save I<br />
Faster, faster, never ending;<br />
Or. Father, by thy unkingly death, grant me<br />
A tempest of blows on my head descending; In thy high house lordship and mastery I<br />
And the noise, like a hammer, dinned through my El. Take away my rebuke, let not men say,<br />
brain;<br />
"Behold,<br />
A passion of Sorrow, a tumult of Pain!<br />
Aegisthus' chattel, marketed and sold I"<br />
El. Oh, mother, deep in all<br />
Or. Then, as our fathers used, feasts shall be spread<br />
Damnation I Oh, remorseless enemy I<br />
For thee; else at the banquets of the Dead<br />
A king borne out to unkind burial,<br />
Among the steaming bakemeats thou shalt pine.<br />
No liegeman by!<br />
El. And of my rich dower, plenished from thy<br />
A husband thrust in his grave, and none<br />
store,<br />
To wail or weep or chant an orison I<br />
To thee refreshing draughts my cup shall pour;<br />
Or. Ha I Did she use him so despitefully?<br />
First of all sepulchres I will honour thine.<br />
She shall aby full dearly her despite I<br />
Or. Earth, grant our sire our combat sore to see!<br />
With Heaven to help and hands to smite, El. Give, Persephassa, beauteous victory I<br />
I'll slay her in her blood and die I<br />
Or. Think, father, of the bath, thy life-blood<br />
Ch. Hacked like a thief, by her that felon-wise<br />
dyed.<br />
Graved him; in her cold malice, that his doom El. Think of the cunning-net, the deep and wide I<br />
Might insupportably thy days consume; Or. In gyves, no smith e'er hammered, caught<br />
These were thy father's last death-agonies.<br />
and bound I<br />
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