Aeschylus
Aeschylus
Aeschyluswas an ancient Greek tragedian. His plays, alongside those of Sophocles and Euripides, are the only works of Classical Greek literature to have survived. He is often described as the father of tragedy: critics and scholars' knowledge of the genre begins with his work, and understanding of earlier tragedies is largely based on inferences from his surviving plays. According to Aristotle, he expanded the number of characters in theater to allow conflict among them, whereas characters previously had interacted only...
NationalityGreek
ProfessionPoet
men hands justice
Watchful are the Gods of all Hands with slaughter stained. The black Furies wait, and when a man Has grown by luck, not justice, great, With sudden overturn of chance They wear him to a shade, and, cast Down to perdition, who shall save him?
fashion eagles hands
So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
hands smitten feathers
With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
blood hands flow
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
hate hands enemy
There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.
eye home hands
Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.
hands zeus hephaestus
The will was of Zeus, the hand of Hephaestus.
hands agony blood
The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood.
sweet pain hands
For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.
pain wall suffering
Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.
pain ends extremity
Take courage; pain's extremity soon ends.
pain memories rain
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain.
blood law cry
This is the law: blood spilt upon the ground cries out for more.
mother children nursing
The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout.