 Shall I select a husband, but to vary My present ills, to dwell beneath the roof Of a barbarian, at luxurious boards With wealth abounding, seated ? for the dame Whom wedlock couples with the man she hates Death is the best expedient. But with glory How...  The Nineteen Tragedies and Fragments of Euripides - 18 ページEuripides 著 - 1809全文表示 - この書籍について
 | Greek tragic theatre - 1809 - 492 ページ
...should again arrive, they will confine me In a close dungeon, thinking me that Helen Who dwelt in Tlion, till she thence was borne By Menelaus. Were my Husband...poniard, There's somewhat great and generous. But to roe Delays are useless: welcome instant death: Into such depth of misery am I plung'd. For beauty renders... | |
 | Euripides - 1809 - 628 ページ
...Whom wedlock couples with the man she hates, Death is the best expedient. But with glory How shall 1 die? the fatal noose appears To be so base, that e'en...poniard, There's somewhat great and generous. But to me Delaj's are useless : welcome instant death : Into such depth of misery am I plung'd. For beauty renders... | |
 | Richard Simpson (of Lower Clapton.) - 1875 - 768 ページ
...real Helen to Troy, but a cloud which personified her, while Hermes conveyed the reality to Egypt.) But with glory How shall I die? the fatal noose appears...Unseemly thus to perish ; in the poniard, There's something great and generous. But to me Delays are useless : welcome instant death : Into such depth... | |
 | Euripides - 1888 - 290 ページ
...purpose then Do I still lengthen out this wretched being ? To what new fortunes am I still reserved ? Shall I select a husband, but to vary My present ills,...welcome instant death : Into such depth of misery am I plunged. For beauty renders other women blest, But hath to me the source of ruin proved. CHOR. O Helen,... | |
 | Euripides - 1906 - 402 ページ
...purpose then Do I still lengthen out this wretched being ? To what new fortunes am I still reserved ? Shall I select a husband, but to vary My present ills,...welcome instant death : Into such depth of misery am I plunged. For beauty renders other women blest, But hath to me the source of ruin proved. Chorus. O... | |
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