Various, Heathen mythology, Illustrated by extracts from the most celebrated writers…
“ Iphigenia. Father! I now may lean upon your breast,And you with unreverted eyes will graspIphigenia's hand.We are not shadesSurely! for yours throbs yet,And did my bloodWin Troy for Greece?Ah! 'twas ill done to shrink;But the sword gleamed so sharp; and the good priestTrembled, and Pallas frowned above, severe.Agamemnon. Daughter!Iphig. Beloved father! is the bladeAgain to pierce a bosom now unfitFor sacrifice? no blood is in its veins,No God requires it here; here are no wrongsTo vindicate, no realms to overthrow. ”
