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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aeschylos And Sophocles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sophocles: Thou goest then, and leavest none behind Worthy to rival thee!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Aeschylos: Nay, say not so.<br>Whose is the hand that now is pressing mine?<br>A hand I may not ever press again!<br>What glorious forms hath it brought boldly forth<br>From Pluto's realm! The blind old Oedipos<br>Was led on one side by Antigone,<br>Sophocles propt the other.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sophocles: Sophocles<br>Sooth'd not Prometheus chaind upon his rock,<br>Keeping the vultures and the Gods away;<br>Sophocles is not greater than the chief<br>Who conquered Ilion, nor could he revenge<br>His murder, or stamp everlasting brand<br>Upon the brow of that adulterous wife.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Aeschylos: Live, and do more.<br>Thine is the Lemnian ile,<br>And thou hast placed the arrows in the hand<br>Of Philoctetes, hast assuaged his wounds<br>And given his aid without which Greece had fail'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sophocles: I did indeed drive off the pest of flies;<br>We also have our pest of them which buz<br>About our honey, darken it, and sting;<br>We laugh at them, for under hands like ours,<br>Without the wing that Philoctetes shook,<br>One single feather crushes the whole swarm.<br>I must be grave.<br>Hath Sicily such charms<br>Above our Athens? Many charms hath she,<br>But she hath kings. Accursed be the race!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Aeschylos: But where kings honor better men than they<br>Let kings be honored too.<br>The laurel crown<br>Surmounts the golden; wear it, and farewell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walter+Savage+Landor">Walter Savage Landor</a></strong></div>

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