LAMENT FOR THE TWO BROTHERS SLAIN BY EACH
OTHER'S HAND (from
"The Seven Against Thebes")
by: Aeschylus
OW do our
eyes behold
- The tidings which were told:
- Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn,
- The slayer, the slain,
- The entangled doom forlorn
- And ruinous end of twain.
- Say, is not sorrow, is not sorrow's sum
- On home and hearthstone come?
- Oh, waft with sighs the sail from shore,
- Oh, smite the bosom, cadencing the oar
- That rows beyond the rueful stream for aye
- To the far strand,
- The ship of souls, the dark,
- The unreturning bark
- Whereon light never falls nor foot of Day,
- Even to the bourne of all, to the unbeholden land.
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This English translation, by A.E.
Housman, of 'Lament for the Two Brothers Slain by Each Other's
Hand' is reprinted from Greek Poets in English Verse.
Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge: The Riverside Press, 1893. |
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