"A strange weight oppresses heart and tongue. Could the house speak, it might have much to tell. My lips will open, with my good will, only to those that know." Agamem-non, p. 112.

"No late libation, or incense-fume/Avails to save from a ruthless doom/The man who has angered, through mad desire/The Powers that burn, but need no fire." Agamemnon, p. 113.

"All praise to the power everlasting that punishes perfidy home!" Agamemnon, p. 121.

"The dark Erinyes in long lapse of time/Grind down to helpless poverty/Him who in ways of crime/Hath flourished, but in dim reverse of doom/Shall stain the luster of that odious bloom." Agamemnon, p. 124.

"Too many weak mortals are fond/Of the seeming of right, not regarding how Justice of-fended may frown." Agamemnon, p. 133

"There bides within [me]/A band of voices - all in unison/Yet neither sweet nor tuneful...