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The "Father of Tragedy," Aeschylus was born in 525 B.C. in the city of Eleusis. Immersed early in the mystic rites of the city and in the worship of the Mother and Earth goddess Demeter, he was once sent as a child to watch grapes ripening in the countryside. According to Aeschylus, when he dozed off, Dionysus appeared to him in a dream and ordered him to write tragedies. The obedient young Aeschylus began a tragedy the next morning and "succeeded very easily."
When Aeschylus first began writing, the theatre had only just begun to evolve. Plays were little more than animated oratorios or choral poetry supplemented with expressive dance. A chorus danced and ... more »
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''Like a bad doctor who has fallen down sick you are cast down, and cannot find what sort of drugs would cure your ailment.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 473.
''Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 309.
''Champing against the bit as a new-yoked colt, you struggle and fight against the reins.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 1009.
''A dreamlike feebleness by which the blind race of man is hampered.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 548.
''For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 224.
The Battle Of Salamis
The night was passing, and the Grecian host
By no means sought to issue forth unseen.
But when indeed the day with her white steeds
Held all the earth, resplendent to behold,
First from the Greeks the loud-resounding din
Of song triumphant came; and shrill at once
Echo responded from the island rock.
Then upon all barbarians terror fell,
Thus disappointed; for not as for flight
The Hellenes sang the holy pæan then,
But setting forth to battle valiantly.
The bugle with its note inflamed them all;
And straightway with the dip of plashing oars ...