Aeschylus

(525 BC - 455 BC / Eleusis)

Aeschylus Quotes

  • ''I say that the dead are slaying the living.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. The Libation Bearers, l. 886.
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  • ''Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Agamemnon, l. 1331.
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  • ''Shoals of corpses shall witness, mute, even to generations to come, before the eyes of men that we ought never, being mortal, to cast our sights too high.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. The Persians, l. 818.
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  • ''Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Agamemnon, l. 553.
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  • ''For insolence, once blossoming, bears its fruit, a bushel of doom, from which it reaps a tear-filled harvest.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. The Persians, l. 821.
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  • ''I know that men in exile feed on hopes.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Agamemnon, l. 1668.
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  • ''For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Agamemnon, l. 758.
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  • ''As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. The Persians, l. 349.
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  • ''Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Agamemnon, l. 177.
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  • ''The rest I keep silent; a great ox stands on my tongue.''
    Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Agamemnon, l. 36.
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Best Poem of Aeschylus

The Sacrifice Of Iphigenia

Now long and long from wintry Strymon blew
The weary, hungry, anchor-straining blasts,
The winds that wandering seamen dearly rue,
Nor spared the cables worn and groaning masts;
And, lingering on, in indolent delay,
Slow wasted all the strength of Greece away.
But when the shrill-voiced prophet 'gan proclaim
That remedy more dismal and more dread
Than the drear weather blackening overhead,
And spoke in Artemis' most awful name,
The sons of Atreus, 'mid their armed peers,
Their sceptres dashed to earth, and each broke out in tears,
And thus the ...

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Song Of The Furies

Up and lead the dance of Fate!
Lift the song that mortals hate!
Tell what rights are ours on earth,
Over all of human birth.
Swift of foot to avenge are we!
He whose hands are clean and pure,
Naught our wrath to dread hath he;
Calm his cloudless days endure.
But the man that seeks to hide