τί τόνδε παῖδα κτείνετ ̓ οὐδὲν αἴτιον; The Trojan Women 740-79. Why will ye slay this innocent, that seeks Zeus knows thee not, thou vampire, draining dry If cast ye will! Tear him, ye beasts, be swift! : Quick I must begone To the bridal. . . . I have lost my child, my own! Epitaph on the Athenian Dead at Plataea E ἰ τὸ καλῶς θνήσκειν ἀρετῆς μέρος ἐστὶ μέγιστον ἡμῖν ἐκ πάντων τοῦτ ̓ ἀπένειμε Τύχη Ελλάδι γὰρ σπεύδοντες ἐλευθερίαν περιθεῖναι κείμεθ ̓ ἀγηράντῳ χρώμενοι εὐλογίῃ. Epitaph on the Spartan Dead at Plataea Άσβεστον κλέος οἵδε φίλῃ περὶ πατρίδι θέντες κυάνεον θανάτου ἀμφεβάλοντο νέφος οὐ δὲ τεθνᾶσι θανόντες, ἐπεί σφ' ἀρετὴ καθύπερθεν κυδαίνουσ ̓ ἀνάγει δώματος ἐξ ̓Αίδεω. IF F the best merit be to lose life well, PLENDOUR unfading for their land they won, And then the shadowy robe of death put on. Yet died and are not dead; for their brave might Fames, and uplifts them from the realms of night. |