[The flame,] come to its youthful strength, consumed the lofty labor of the
carpenters. Aeschylus, *Fragment 168*, in *Tragicorum Graecorum Fragmenta*, Vol. III, edited by Stefan Rad
“With bright flashes, the torches’ might.”
Aeschylus, Fragment 314, quoted in the Scholia on Sophocles’ *Oedipus at Colonus*, line 1047, in *Tragicorum Graecorum Fragmenta*, Vol. III, edited by Stefan Rad Fragment 214 Scholiast on Sophocles, Oedipus Coloneus, 1047.
. . . anointed with unguents . . . not more than Hera . . . more arrogant . . . mighty . . . from afar.
May There abide . . . life . . . the gods . . . among friendly . . . But may all the envious be absent, And all unseemly rumour. We pray that Semele’s good fortune may ever steer a straight course. For . . . this other . . . Semele . . .Cadmus . . . the all-powerful Zeus . . . marriage.
Aeschylus, Fragment 57, from “Semele” (also known as “The Bassarids”), in Tragicorum Graecorum Fragmenta, Vol. III, edited by Stefan Radt.
But I too have a seal, as a guard, upon my lips.
(Aeschylus. Fragment of an uncertain play, Aeschylus, Fragment 72a, in *Tragicorum Graecorum Fragmenta*, Vol. III, edited by Stefan Radt; also in *Aeschylus: Fragments*, Loeb Classical Library, Volume II, p. 486.Aeschylus, Volume II, Loeb Classical Library: London, 1926, p. 486.
Practicing the holy rites of Coty…One, holding in his hands the pipe, the labor of the lathe, blows forth his fingered tune, even the sound that wakes to frenzy. Another, with brass-bound cymbals, raises a clang…the twang shrills; and unseen, unknown, bull-voices mimes in answer bellow fearfully, while the timbrel’s echo, like that of subterranean thunder, rolls along inspiring
a mighty terror.( Aeschylus. Fragment from The Edonians, Aeschylus, Volume II, Loeb Classical Library: London, 1926, pp. 399-400.)
Lo, the house is frenzied with the god, the roof revels, Bacchant-like.
Aeschylus, Fragment 62, from “Edonians”, in *Tragicorum Graecorum Fragmenta*, Vol. III, edited by Stefan Radt; Loeb Classical Library, Volume II, p. 400.
Take ye stand in a ring about yon altar and a gleaming fire, and with your band grouped in a circle offer up your prayers. (Aeschylus. Fragment of an uncertain play, Aeschylus, Volume II, Loeb Classical Library: London, 1926, p. 497.)
