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 p?an then, But setting forth to battle valiantly. The bugle with its note inflamed them all; And straightway with the dip of plashing oars They smote the deep sea water at command, And quickly all were plainly to be seen. Their right wing first in orderly array Led on, and second all the armament Followed them forth; and meanwhile there was heard A mighty shout: "Come, O ye sons of Greeks, Make free your country, make your children free, Your wives, and fanes of your ancestral gods, And your sires' tombs! For all we now contend!" And from our side the rush of Persian speech Replied. No longer might the crisis wait. At once ship smote on ship with brazen beak; A vessel of the Greeks began the attack, Crushing the stem of a Phoenician ship. Each on a different vessel turned its prow. At first the current of the Persian host Withstood; but when within the strait the throng Of ships was gathered, and they could not aid Each other, but by their own brazen bows Were struck, they shattered all our naval host. The Grecian vessels not unskillfully Were smiting round about; the hulls of ships Were overset; the sea was hid from sight, Covered with wreckage and the death of men; The reefs and headlands were with corpses filled, And in disordered flight each ship was rowed, As many as were of the Persian host. But they, like tunnies or some shoal of fish, With broken oars and fragments of the wrecks Struck us and clove us; and at once a cry Of lamentation filled the briny sea, Till the black darkness' eye did rescue us. The number of our griefs, not though ten days I talked together, could I fully tell; But this know well, that never in one day Perished so great a multitude of men.
Prometheus Amid Hurricane And Earthquake
- by Aeschylus39
Earth is rocking in space! And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar, And the eddying lightnings flash fire in my face, And the whirlwinds are whirling the dust round and round-- And the blasts of the winds universal leap free And blow each other upon each, with a passion of sound, And ?ther goes mingling in storm with the sea! Such a curse on my head, in a manifest dread, From the hand of your Zeus has been hurtled along! O my mother's fair glory! O ?ther, enringing All eyes with the sweet common light of thy bringing, Dost see how I suffer this wrong?
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