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POEMS OF TRAGEDY.
IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON. | She now first shuddered ; for in him, so nigh,
So long a silence seemed the approach of death, IPAIGENEIA, when she heard her doom
And like it. Once again she raised her voice : At Aulis, and when all beside the king
“O father ! if the ships are now detained, Had gone away, took his right hand, and said :
And all your vows move not the gods above, “O father ! I am young and very happy.
When the knife strikes me there will be one prayer I do not think the pious Calchas heard
The less to them ; and purer can there be Distinctly what the goddess spake; old age
Any, or more fervent, than the daughter's prayer Obscures the senses. If my nurse, who knew
For her dear father's safety and success?" My voice so well, sometimes misunderstood,
A groan that shook him shook not his resolve. While I was resting on her knee both arms,
| An aged man now entered, and without And hitting it to make her mind my worils,
One word stepped slowly on, and took the wrist Azd looking in her face, and she in mine,
Of the pale maiden. She looked up, and saw Might not he, also, hear one word amiss,
| The fillet of the priest and calm, cold eyes. Spoken from so far off, even from Olympus?"
Then turned she where her parent stood, and cried : The father placed his cheek upon her head,
“O father ! grieve no more ; the ships can sail." And tears dropt down it ; but the king of men
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Replied not. Then the maiden spake once more: “O father ! sayest thou nothing? Hearest thou
not Me, whom thou ever hast, until this hour,
THE ROMAN FATHER'S SACRIFICE. Listened to fondly, and awakened me To hear my voice amid the voice of birds,
FROM "VIRGINIA." When it was inarticulate as theirs,
STRAIGHTWAY Virginius led the maid And the down deadened it within the nest ?'
A little space aside, He moved her gently from him, silent still ;
To where the reeking shambles stood, And this, and this alone, brought tears from her,
Piled up with horn and hide ; Although she saw fate nearer. Then with sighs :
Close to yon low dark archway, “I thought to have laid down my bair before
Where, in a crimson food, Benignant Artemis, and not dimmed
Leaps down to the great sewer
The gurgling stream of blood.
Hard by, a flesher on a block
Had laid his whittle down : Whether, since both my parents willed the change,
Virginius caught the whittle up, I might at Hymen's feet bend my clipt brow ;
And hid it in his gown. And (after these who mind us girls the most)
And then his eyes grew very dim, Adore our own Athene, that she would
And his throat began to swell, Regard me mildly with her azure eyes,
And in a hoarse, changed voice he spake, But, father, to see you no more, and see
“Farewell, sweet child ! Farewell !
Though stern I sometimes be,
Who could be so to thee ?
And he hath passed in safety
| And the poor queen, who loved him as her son, Unto his woful home,
Their unappeased ghosts will shriek, Revenge ! And there ta'en horse to tell the camp The temples of the gods, the all-viewing heavens, What deeds are done in Rome.
The gods themselves, shall justify the cry, THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY. And swell the general sound, Revenge ! Revenge!
And we will be revenged, my countrymen ! Brutus shall lead you on ; Brutus, a name Which will, when you 're revenged, be dearer to
him LUCIUS JUNIUS BRUTUS OVER THE
Than all the noblest titles earth can boast.
Brutus your king !- No, fellow-citizens !
If mad ambition in this guilty frame
Had strung one kingly fibre, yea, but one, – Would you know why I summoned you together?
By all the gods, this dagger which I hold Ask ye what brings me here? Behold this dagger,
'Should rip it out, though it intwined my heart. Clotted with gore! Behold that frozen corse !
Now take the body up. Bear it before us See where the lost Lucretia sleeps in death!
To Tarquin's palace; there we'll light our torches, She was the mark and model of the time, The mould in which each female face was formed,
And in the blazing conflagration rear
A pile, for these chaste relics, that shall send The very shrine and sacristy of virtue!
Her soul amougst the stars. On ! Brutus leads Fairer than ever was a form created By youthful fancy when the blood strays wild,
JOHN HOWARD PAYNE And never-resting thought is all on fire ! The worthiest of the worthy! Not the nymph Who met old Numa in his hallowed walks, And whispered in his ear her strains divine, ANTONY'S ORATION OVER THE BODY Can I conceive beyond her ; – the young choir
FROM "JULIUS CÆSAR," ACT 1. SC 2.
ANTONY. Omighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Spread o'er the realm, how this sweet lily rose, -1
Shrunk to this little measure ? - Fare thee well. -How from the shade of those ill-neighboring plants
(To the people.) Her father sheltered her, that not a leaf
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your Was blighted, but, arrayed in purest grace,
The good is oft interrèd with their bones ; Might have abashed the boldest libertine So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus And turned desire to reverential love
Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious : And holiest affection ! O my countrymen ! If it were so, it was a grievous fault; You all can witness when that she went forth And grievously hath Cæsar answered it. It was a holiday in Rome ; old age
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, Forgot its crutch, labor its task, --- all ran, (For Brutus is an honorable man; And mothers, turning to their daughters, cried, So are they all, all honorable men,) ** There, there's Lucretia !” Now look ye where ('ome I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. she lies!
He was my friend, faithful and just to me : That beauteous flower, that innocent sweet rose, But Brutus says he was ambitious ; Torn up by ruthless violence, --gone! gone! gone! And Brutus is an honorable man.
Say, would you seek instruction ? would ye ask He hath brought many captives home to Rome, What ye should do ? Ask ye yon couscious walls, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Which saw his poisoned brother, —
Did this in ('æsar seeni ambitious ? Ask yon deserted street, where Tullia drove When that the poor have cried, ('æsar hath wept: O'er her dead father's corse, 't will cry, Revenge ! Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Ask yonder senate-house, whose stones are purple Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; With human blood, and it will cry, Revenge! And Brutus is an honorable man. Go to the tomb where lies his murdered wife, You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Ý Ant. You will compel me, then, to read the
Then make a ring about the corse of Cæsar, And, sure, he is an honorable man.
And let me show you him that made the will I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, Shall I descend ? and will you give me leave ? But here I am to speak what I do know,
CITIZENS. Come down. You all did love him once, — not without cause : ANT. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for CITIZENS. Stand back; room ; bear back. him ?
ANT. If you have tears, prepare to shed them O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
now. And men have lost their reason !- Bear with me; You all do know this mantle : I remember My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, The first time ever Cæsar put it on ; And I must pause till it come back to me. 'T was on a summer's evening, in his tent;
That day he overcame the Nervii :But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: Have stood against the world · now lies he there, See what a rent the envious Casca made : And none so poor to do him reverence.
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbed; O masters ! if I were disposed to stir
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away, Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved Who, you all know, are honorable men :
If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no ; I will not do them wrong; I rather choose For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel : To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar loved him ! Than I will wrong such honorable men.
This was the most unkindest cut of all; But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, - For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, I found it in his closet, – 't is his will
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Let but the commons hear this testament, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,)
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. And, dying, mention it within their wills, O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Unto their issue.
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. 4 CITIZEN. We 'll hear the will : read it, Mark 0, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel Antony.
The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. CITIZENS. The will, the will ! we will hear Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Cæsar's will.
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here, ANT. Have patience, gentle friends, I must Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.
not read it ; It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved you. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; you up And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, To such a sudden flood of mutiny. It will inflame you, it will make you mad : They that have done this deed are honorable ;"T is good you know not that you are his heirs, What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, For if you should, 0, what would come of it! That made them do it ; - they are wise and
4 Cit. Read the will ; we'll hear it, Antony; honorable, You shall read us the will, — Cæsar's will. | And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. Ant. Will you be patient ? Will you stay I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; awhile?
| I am no orator, as Brutus is; I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, I fear I wrong the honorable men
That love my friend ; and that they know full Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar ; I do fear it.
4 Cit. They were traitors : honorable men ! That gave me public leave to speak of him : Cit. The will ! the testament !
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : the Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, will! read the will !
| To stir men's blood : I only speak right on;