ESCHYLUS ACHYLUS, the greatest name in Greek drama, was born at Eleusis, 525 B.C. He fought against the Persian invaders, greatly distinguishing himself at Marathon, and at Salamis ten years later. This lent coloring to one of the poet's most striking pictures in The Persians." He first appeared in the rôle of tragedy when twenty-six. His dramas were produced in rapid succession, but only seven survive. He died 456 B.C. The Middle Ages paid the most profound reverence to his name. THE COMPLAINT OF PROMETHEUS "From "Prometheus Bound," Translation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning) PROMETHEUS (ALONE) O Holy Æther, and swift-winged Winds, I wrestle down the myriad years of Time! The new King of the happy ones sublime Has flung the chain he forged, has shamed and bound me! Woe, woe! to-day's woe and coming morrow's I cover with one groan. And where is found me A limit to these sorrows? 1 And yet what word do I say? I have treknown With an invincible gesture. Yet this curse Hung here in fetters, 'neath the blanching sky. What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has he, bound, To have sight of my pangs, or some guerdon obtain- And his gods hate again, As many as tread on his glorified floor, And the air undersings The light stroke of their wings— And all life that approaches I wait for in fear. A PRAYER TO ARTEMIS (From Miss Swanwick's Translation of "The Suppliants"> STROPHE IV. Though Zeus plan all things right, Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace; Nathless in every place Brightly it gleameth, e'en in darkest night, Fraught with black fate to man's speech-gifted race ANTISTROPHE IV. Steadfast, ne'er thrown in fight, The deed in brow of Zeus to ripeness brought; For wrapt in shadowy night, Tangled, unscanned by mortal sight, Extend the pathways of his secret thought. STROPHE V. From towering hopes mortals he hurleth prone That gods devise is without effort wrought. ANTISTROPHE V. But let him mortal insolence behold:- My marriage craving;-frenzy over-boid, STROPHE VI. Thus I complain, in piteous strain, Dirge-like it sounds; mine own death-trill Hear, hill-crowned Apia, hear my prayer! My voice barbaric thou canst understand; ANTISTROPHE VI. My nuptial right in Heaven's pure sight Alas for sorrow's murky brood! 'My voice barbaric thou canst understand; STROPHE VII. The oar indeed and home with sails So our dread Mother's mighty brood ANTISTROPHE VII. Meeting my will with will divine, Me, Artemis unstained, behold. Do thou, who sovereign might dost wield, So our dread Mother's mighty brood Unwedded, unsubdued! THE VISION OF CASSANDRA CASSANDRA. Phoebus Apollo ! CHORUS. Hark! The lips at last unlocking. CASSANDRA, Phoebus! Phoebus! CHORUS. Well, what of Phoebus, maiden? though a name "Tis but disparagement to call upon In misery. CASSANDRA, Apollo! Apollo! Again! Oh, the burning arrow through the brain! Phoebus Apollo! Apollo! CHORUS. Seemingly Possessed indeed-whether by CASSANDRA. Phoebus! Phoebus! Through trampled ashes, blood, and fiery rain, Over water seething, and behind the breathing War-horse in the darkness-till you rose again, Took the helm-took the rein- CHORUS. As one that half asleep at dawn recalls |