The life and works of William Cullen Bryant
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THE COLLEGE STUDENT.
recollections of my brother, & quot; said Mr. Arthur Bryant, at a lit-
erary celebration in Chicago, in 1864, & quot;are connected with his
vacations, when I used to stare at him with astonishment and
admiration, while he declaimed, with loud voice and extrava
gant gesticulation, sometimes his own verses, such as the & quot; In
dian War Song, & quot; and the translation of a chorus in & quot; CEdipus
Tyrannus, & quot; and sometimes those of other poets.
The boys, in fact, as they roamed about the hills, recited
to one another. First, you might hear Cullen shouting out
Strophe I of the CEdipus, as he had rendered it in English :
& quot; Where is the wretch condemned to death
From Delphi s rock sublime ?
Who bears upon his hands of blood
The inexplicable crime ?
Oh ! swifter than the winged pace
Of stormy-footed steed,
Fly, murderer ! fly the wrath that waits
The unutterable deed !
For lo ! he follows on thy path
Who fell before thee late,
With gleaming arms and glowing flame,
And fierce, avenging hate. & quot;
Then Arthur, or another, would take up Antistrophe I :
** I heard the God of prophecies
From high Parnassus speak,
Where lurks the guilty fugitive
Apollo bids us seek ?
Mong rocks and caves and shadowy woods,
And wild, untrodden ways,
As some lone ox that leaves the herd,
The trembling outlaw strays ;
Yet vainly from impending doom
The assassin strives to haste,
It lives and keeps eternal watch
Amid the pathless waste. & quot;
And so on through the whole chorus.
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