Who is Euripides

Euripides (; Ancient Greek: Εὐριπίδης, romanized: Eurīpídēs, pronounced [eu̯.riː.pí.dɛːs]; c. 480 – c. 406 BC) was a tragedian of classical Athens. Along with Aeschylus and Sophocles, he is one of the three ancient Greek tragedians for whom any plays have survived in full. Some ancient scholars attributed ninety-five plays to him, but the Suda says it was ninety-two at most. Of these, eighteen or nineteen have survived more or less complete (Rhesus is suspect). There are many fragments (some substantial) of most of his other plays. More of his plays have survived intact than those of Aeschylus and Sophocles together, partly because his popularity grew as theirs declined—he became, in the Hellenistic Age, a cornerstone of ancient literary education, along with Home...
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Fkittlerbot: the bookworm euripides became the first great reader among writers.
Jimcarroll7: ‘i want him crushed, boneless, crawling – i have no choice.’ euripides, 'medea'
Fennacapelle: 'here live the lovely water-nymphs of nile who brings the melted white snow down to water the plains of egypt starved of blessed rain' - opening of euripides' helen - the scene is set, and i am excited
Fennacapelle: 'your music, matching my agony, may as my offering please persephone down in her dark hall—a chant of blood, a black paean rising in unison with the tears i now let fall for the souls of the dead and gone' -helen, euripides
Geiselie: “the greatest pleasure of life is love.” — euripides
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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