Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1581 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
NO fierce force, nor rumbling rage of boisterous blustering wind, No dart shot whirling in the skies, such terror to the mind Can drive, as when the ireful wife doth boil in burning hate Deprived of her spousal bed, and comfort of her mate, Nor where the stormy southern wind with dankish dabby face, Of hoary winter sendeth out the gushing showers apace. Where veighment Ister's wambling stream comes waltering down amain, Forbidding both the banks to meet, & cannot oft contain himself within his channels scope, but further breaks his way, Nor Rodanus whose rushing stream doth launch into the sea, Or when amid the flowered spring with hotter burning sun, The winter's snows dissolved with heat down to the rivers run: The clottered top of Haemus' hill to water thin doth turn, Such desperate gogin flame is wrath that inwardly doth burn, And modest rule regardeth not, nor brides can abide, Nor dreading death, doth wish on dint of naked blade to slide. O Gods be gracious unto us, for pardon we do crave, That him who tamed the scuffling waves, vouchsafe ye would to save. But Neptune yet the Lord of Seas with frowning face will lower, That over his second Sceptre men to triumph have the power. The boy that rashly durst attempt that great unwieldy charge Of Phoebus everlasting Cart, and roving out at large, Not bearing in his reckless breast his father's warnings wise, Was burned with the flames which he did scatter in the Skies. None knew the costly glimpsing glades, where straggling Phaëton rode, Pass not the path, where people safe in former time have trod. O fondling, wilful, wanton boy, do not dissolve the frame Of heaven, sith Ioue with sacred hand hath hallowed the same. Who rowed with valiant Oars tough, that were for Argo made, Hath pulled naked Pelion mount of thick compacted shade. Who entered hath the fleeting rocks and searched out the toil And tiring travels of the seas, and hath on salvage soil Knit fast his stretched Cable rope, and going forth to land. To cloyne away the foreign gold with greedy snatching hand. Unto the seas (because that he transgressed their laws divine) By this unlucky end of his, he pays his forfeit fine. The troubled seas of their unrest for vengeance howl and weep. Sir Typhis who did conquer first the danger of the deep, Hath yielded up the cunning rule of his unwieldy stern, To such a guide, as for that use hath need as yet to learn. Who giving up his Ghost aloof from of his native land, In foreign more lies buried vile with dirty sods in sand. He sits among the flittering souls that strangers to him wear. And Aulis Isle that in her mind her master's loss doth bear, Held in the Ships, to stand and wail in croaking narrow nock:
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NOffers force, nor rūbling rage of boiſtrus bluſtring winde, No dart ſhot whirling in the ſkies, ſuch terrour to y• minde Can driue, as when y• ireful wife doth boile in burning hate Dpriued of her ſpouſall bed, and comfort of her mate, Nor where the ſtormy ſoutherne winde with dankiſh dabby face, Of hoary winter ſendeth out the guſſhing ſhowres apace. Where veighment Iſters waumbling ſtreame comes waltring downe amayne, Forbidding both the banks to meete, & cannot oft contayne Him ſelfe within his channels ſcoupe, but further breakes his way, Nor Rodanus whoſe ruſſhing ſtreame doth launch into the ſea, Or when amid the floured ſpring with hotter burning ſunne, The winters ſnowes diſolude with heate downe to the ryuers runne: The clottred top of Haemus hill to water thin doth turne, Such deſperate gogin flame is wrath that inwardly doth burne, And modeſt rule regardeth not, nor brydeis can abyde, Nor dreading death, doth wiſh on dinte of naked blade to ſlyde. O Gods be gratious vnto vs, for pardon we do craue, That him who tamde the ſcuffling waues, vauchſafe yee would to ſaue. But Neptune yet the Lord of Seas with frowning face will lower, That ouer his ſecond Scepter men to tryumph haue the power. The boy that raſhly durſt attempt that great vnweldy charge Of Phoebus euerlaſting Carte, and rouing out at large, Not bearing in his reckleſſe breaſt his fathers warnings wyſe, Was burned with the flames which hee did ſcatter in the Skyes. None knew the coſtly glimſing glades, where ſtraggling Phaëton rode, Paſſe not the path, where people ſafe in former tyme haue trode. O fondling, wilfull, wanton boy, doe not diſſolue the frame Of heauen, ſith Ioue with ſacred hand hath halowed the ſame. Who rowde with valiaunt Oares tough, that were for Argo made, Hath powled naked Pelion mounte of thycke compacted ſhade. Who entred hath the fleeting rockes and ſerched out the toyle And tyring trauels of the ſeas, and hath on ſaluage ſoyle Knit faſt his ſtretched Cable rope, and going forth to land. To cloyne away the forren golde with greedy ſnatching hand. Vnto the ſeas (becauſe that hee tranſgreſt theyr lawes deuine) By this vnlucky ende of his, he payes his forfeyte fine. The troubled ſeas of theyr vnreſt for vengeaunce howle and weepe. Syr Typhis who did conquer fyrſt the daunger of the deepe, Hath yeelded vp the cunning rule of his vnweldy ſterne, To ſuch a guide, as for that vſe hath neede as yet to learne. Who giuing vp his Ghoſt aloofe from of his natiue lande, In forreyn more lyes buryed vile with durty ſoddes in ſande. He ſits among the flitiring ſoules that ſtraungers to him weare. And Aulis Iſle that in her minde her maſters loſſe doth beare, Held in the Ships, to ſtand and wayle in croking narrow nocke: