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EURIPIDES
"If so be—
Why didst thou hide what destiny was here,
When one came that was kindly, as thou say'st?"
Why didst thou hide what destiny was here,
When one came that was kindly, as thou say'st?"
"He never would have willed to cross my door
880 Had he known aught of my calamities.
And probably to some of you I seem
Unwise enough in doing what I do;
Such will scarce praise me: but these halls of mine
Know not to drive off and dishonor guests."
880 Had he known aught of my calamities.
And probably to some of you I seem
Unwise enough in doing what I do;
Such will scarce praise me: but these halls of mine
Know not to drive off and dishonor guests."
885 And so, the duty done, he turned once more
To go and busy him about his dead.
As for the sympathizers left to muse.
There was a change, a new light thrown on things.
Contagion from the magnanimity
890 O' the man whose life lay on his hand so light,
As up he stepped, pursuing duty still
"Higher and harder" as he laughed and said.
Somehow they found no folly now in the act
They blamed erewhile: Admetos' private grief
895 Shrank to a somewhat pettier obstacle
I' the way o' the world: they saw good days had been.
And good days, peradventure, still might be,
Now that they overlooked the pfresent cloud
Heavy upon the palace opposite.
900 And soon the thought took words and music thus.
To go and busy him about his dead.
As for the sympathizers left to muse.
There was a change, a new light thrown on things.
Contagion from the magnanimity
890 O' the man whose life lay on his hand so light,
As up he stepped, pursuing duty still
"Higher and harder" as he laughed and said.
Somehow they found no folly now in the act
They blamed erewhile: Admetos' private grief
895 Shrank to a somewhat pettier obstacle
I' the way o' the world: they saw good days had been.
And good days, peradventure, still might be,
Now that they overlooked the pfresent cloud
Heavy upon the palace opposite.
900 And soon the thought took words and music thus.
"Harbor of many a stranger, free to friend.
Ever and always, Ο thou house o' the man
We mourn for! Thee, Apollon's very self,
The lyric Puthian, deigned inhabit once,
905Become a shepherd here in thy domains,[1]
Ever and always, Ο thou house o' the man
We mourn for! Thee, Apollon's very self,
The lyric Puthian, deigned inhabit once,
905Become a shepherd here in thy domains,[1]
- ↑ See page 201, line 5.