epub |eng | 2001-12-01 | Author:Sophocles

ANTIGONE Translation by F. Storr, BA Formerly Scholar of Trinity College, Cambridge From the Loeb Library Edition Originally published by Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA and William Heinemann Ltd, London ...

pdf | | 2018-06-09 | Author:unknow

epub |eng | 2017-12-09 | Author:William Shakespeare [Shakespeare, William]

In the theatre and at court the early representations of ‘The Tempest’ evoked unmeasured applause. The success owed something to the beautiful lyrics which were dispersed through the play and ...

epub |eng | 2014-12-15 | Author:Sophocles [Sophocles & Euripides & Aeschylus]

CHORUS. I. 1. We that regard The excellent wisdom of the birds of air, Who for the nurture care Of those they spring from — those who gave them food, ...

epub |eng | 2013-10-08 | Author:Mary Lawson [Lawson, Mary]

“Time Jake started helpin’ out,” Arthur’s father said when Jake was seven years old. They’d just finished supper. Arthur’s father was sitting sideways in his chair at the table, mending ...

epub |eng | 2019-11-14 | Author:Elaine Kahn

(the music clicks—like a tongue) I was beginning to worry I was stretched like a tongue (there are flowers in a vase and flowers in a jar and dried flowers) ...

epub |eng | 2008-06-12 | Author:Friedrich Nietzsche [Nietzsche, Friedrich]

15 In the spirit of these last suggestive questions, it must now be said how the influence of Socrates has extended down through posterity to this very moment and indeed ...

epub |eng | 2011-01-19 | Author:Aeschylus [Aeschylus]

CASSANDRA: Look out! look out!— Ai, drag the great bull from the mate! - a thrash of robes, she traps him - writhing- black horn glints, twists - she gores ...

epub, mobi |eng | 2011-01-04 | Author:Aeschylus & Peter Burian & Alan Shapiro [Aeschylus & Burian, Peter & Shapiro, Alan]

410 withering life away. Yes, at our birth, we were given this holy task. Strophe 2 So the high gods steer clear of us, and we of them. None of ...

epub |eng | 2009-03-31 | Author:Aeschylus & Sophocles & Euripides

ELEKTRA : OIMOI TALAINA. Now I have grief enough to cry out OIMOI— Orestes! Poor cold thing. As you lie in death your own mother insults you. What a fine ...