A poem by Aeschylus (c. 525 – c. 456 Before Christ )
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 pæan 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.
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External links
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Poems in English
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени — копенгаген 1969
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени 9
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени 7
- Федор Сваровский – Простая история
- Федор Сваровский – Пришельцы убили всех
- Федор Сваровский – Погребение мехоса
- Федор Сваровский – Пилот и Биби Хлотрос
- Федор Сваровский – Об удивительном
- Федор Сваровский – Небесный гость в четыре лепестка
- Федор Сваровский – Насрулло и Курбон
- Федор Сологуб – Золушка
- Федор Сологуб – Знаю знанием последним
- Федор Сологуб – Зальдивши тайный зной страстей, Валерий
- Федор Сологуб – Займитесь чтением в вагоне
- Федор Сологуб – Зачем жемчуг-роса в траве
- Федор Сологуб – Зачем, скажи
- Федор Сологуб – Забыв о счастьи, о весельи
- Федор Сологуб – Я люблю мою темную землю
- Федор Сологуб – Я иду путём опасным
- Федор Сологуб – Я иду от дома к дому
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Aeschylus (525 Before Christ to 456 B.C.) was an ancient Greek author of Greek tragedy, and is often described as the father of tragedy. Academics’ knowledge of the genre begins with his work, and understanding of earlier Greek tragedy is largely based on inferences made from reading his surviving plays. According to Aristotle, he expanded the number of characters in the theatre and allowed conflict among them.