Agamemnon (Seneca's Eighth Tragedy) · chunk 13 of 28
Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
The hoary froth of wrestling waves which oars aloft doth raise, Do draw and trace a furrow through the marblefaced seas. When stronger blast with belly swollen our hoisted sails did fill, They row no more, but let the Pup to go with wind at will, Their shearing oars laid aside our Pilot doth espy, How far from any land aloof our sails reculing fly, Or bloody battles doth display the threats of Hector stout, Or of his rattling waggings tells, wherein he rode about. Or how his gashed carcase slain and trained about the field To funeral flan es and obit rights for coin again was yielded. How Iupiter embathed was all in his royal blood. The frolic fish disposed was to mirth in tyrrhene flood, And fetching frisks both in and out plays on the water's brim, And on his broad and finny back about the seas doth swim, With gambols quick in rings around and side to side inclined, erewhile he sports affront the pup, and whips again behind, Now fiddling on the snout before the dallying wanton rout With jocundary jolly tricks doth skip the fleet about. Sometime he standeth gazing on and eyes the vessels bright, Now every shore is covered clean, and land is out of sight, The perilous point of Ida rock in sight doth open lie, And that alone espy we could with firmly fixed eye, A dusky cloud of stifling smoke from Troy did smoulder black, When Titan from the weary necks the heavy yokes did slack. The fading light did groveling bend, and down the day did shroud, Against the Stars amounting up a little misty cloud Came belching out in irksome Iompe, and Phoebus galland beams He spewed upon, bestaining them duct down in Western streams. The Sun set swerving in such sort with divers change of face, Did give us cause to have mistrust of Neptunes doubted grace. The evening first did burnish bright, and paint with stars the sky. The winds were laid, and clean forsook our sails that quiet lie. When cracking, rattling, rumbling noise, tushed down with thundering sway From top of hills, which greater stir doth threaten and bewray. With bellowings, and yellings loud, the shores do grunt & groan, The craggy clives and roaring rocks do howl in hollow stone. The bubbling waters swells upreared before the wrestling wind, When suddenly the lowering light of Moon is hid and blind. The glimpsing stars do go to glade, the surging seas are tossed Even to the skies among the clouds the light of heaven is lost. More nights in one compacted are with shadow dim and black, One shadow upon another doth more darkness heap and pack, And every spark of light consumed the waves and skies do meet, The ruffling winds range on the seas, through every coast they fit.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The hory froth of wreſtling waues which ores aloft doth rayſe, Do draw and trace a furrow through the marblefaced ſeas. When ſtronger blaſt with belly ſwolne our hyſted ſayles did fil, They row no more, but let the Pup to goe with wynd at wil, Their ſheryng oers layd aſſyde our Pilot doth eſpye, How farre from any land aloofe our ſayles reculing flye, Or bloudy battels doth diſplay the threats of Hector ſtout, Or of his ratling waggings tels, wherein he rode about. Or how his gaſhed carkas ſlayne and traynd about the field To funeral flan es and obit rightes for coyne agayne was yeld. How Iupiter embathed was al in his royall bloud. The frolicke fiſh diſpoſed was to mirth in Tyrren floud, And fetching friſkes both in and out playes on the waters brim, And on his broade and fynny backe about the ſeas doth ſwim, With gambals quicke in ringes around and ſde to ſide enclynd, Erwhyle he ſportes afront the pup, and whips agayne behynd, Now fidling on the ſnout before the dalying wanton route With iocundary ioly tryckes doth ſkip the fleete about. Sometyme he ſtandeth gaſing on and eyes the veſſels bright, Now euery ſhore is couered cleane, and land is out of ſight, The parlous poynt of Ida rocke in ſight doth open lye, And that alone eſpie we could with fyrmly fixed eye, A duſkye clowde of ſtifling ſmoake from Troy did ſmolter blacke, When Titan from the weary neckes the heauy yokes did ſlacke. The fading light did groueling bend, and downe the day did ſhrowd, Agaynſt the Starres amounting vp a litle miſty clowde Came belching out in yrkſome Iompe, and Phoebus galland beams He ſpewd vppon, beſtayning them duct downe in Weſterne ſtreams. The Sunne ſet ſwaruing in ſuch ſort with diuers chaunge of face, Did geue vs cauſe to haue miſtruſt of Neptunes doubted grace. The euening firſt did burniſh bright, and paynt with ſtarres the ſky. The wyndes were layed, and cleane forſooke our ſayles that quiet lie. When cracking, ratling, rumbling noyſe, tuſht down wt thundring ſway From top of hills, which greatter ſturre doth threaten and bewraye. With bellowinges, and yellinges lowde, the ſhores do grunt & grone, The craggy clyues and roaring rocks do howle in hollow ſtone. The bubling waters ſwelles vpreard before the wraſtling wynd, When ſodaynly the lowring light of Mone is hid and blynd. The glymſing ſtarres do goe to glade, the ſurging ſeas are toſt Euen to the ſkyes among the clowdes the light of heauen is loſt. More nightes in one compacted are with ſhadow dim and blacke, One ſhadow vpon another doth more darknes heape and packe, And euery ſparke of light conſum'd the waues and ſkyes do meete, The ruffling windes range on the ſeas, through euery coaſt they fit.