Song Of The Furies Poem by Aeschylus

Song Of The Furies

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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
Like him (1), his gore-bedewèd hands,
Witnesses to them that died,
The blood avengers at his side,
The Furies' troop forever stands.

O'er our victim come begin!
Come, the incantation sing,
Frantic all and maddening,
To the heart a brand of fire,
The Furies' hymn,
That which claims the senses dim,
Tuneless to the gentle lyre,
Withering the soul within.

The pride of all of human birth,
All glorious in the eye of day,
Dishonored slowly melts away,
Trod down and trampled to the earth,
Whene'er our dark-stoled troop advances,
Whene'er our feet lead on the dismal dances.

For light our footsteps are,
And perfect is our might,
Awful remembrances of guilt and crime,
Implacable to mortal prayer,
Far from the gods, unhonored, and heaven's light,
We hold our voiceless dwellings dread,
All unapproached by living or by dead.

What mortal feels not awe,
Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime,
Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,
Might never yet of its due honors fail,
Though 'neath the earth our realm in unsunned regions pale.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naida Nepascua Supnet 18 May 2015

Writes with passion and intensity

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Adeeb Alfateh 05 July 2019

The pride of all of human birth, All glorious in the eye of day, Dishonored slowly melts away, Trod down and trampled to the earth, Whene'er our dark-stoled troop advances, Whene'er our feet lead on the dismal dances. great wisdom, great wisely writings great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Ben Yahudi 25 March 2018

Human hearts hang harmless in time til themselves harmed then rage is on and human hearts go cruel

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* Sunprincess * 20 January 2016

....first three stanzas..beautiful rhythm ?

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M Asim Nehal 09 January 2016

What mortal feels not awe, Nor trembles at our name, Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime, Fixed by the eternal law.

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Fabrizio Frosini 10 July 2015

great, from the father of tragedy - this poem should be from ''The Eumenides'' (the 3rd of the trilogy ''The Oresteia'', consisting of the three tragedies: 'Agamemnon', 'The Libation Bearers' and 'The Eumenides')

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