The Tragedies of Sophocles: Literally Translated Into English Prose, with NotesW. Jackson, 1837 - 307 páginas |
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... calamity also besetting my country , ye thoroughly exterminated the flame of mischief , now too ap- proach : ye powers , for I suffer incalculable miseries ; nay , my whole people to a man is sickening ; nor 124-167 ŒEDIPUS TYRANNUS .
... calamity also besetting my country , ye thoroughly exterminated the flame of mischief , now too ap- proach : ye powers , for I suffer incalculable miseries ; nay , my whole people to a man is sickening ; nor 124-167 ŒEDIPUS TYRANNUS .
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... suffer nothing else unwelcome , but shall quit the country unharmed ; or whether , on the other hand , any one have another from an- other land as such , let him not be silent as to the assassin , for his reward I will pay , and ...
... suffer nothing else unwelcome , but shall quit the country unharmed ; or whether , on the other hand , any one have another from an- other land as such , let him not be silent as to the assassin , for his reward I will pay , and ...
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... suffer the same evil on my part . CH . Do not , in the name of the gods , if aware of this , be averse [ to speak ] , since we all here , prostrate as suppliants , kneel to thee . * no , TIR . Because ye are all infatuated : but I never ...
... suffer the same evil on my part . CH . Do not , in the name of the gods , if aware of this , be averse [ to speak ] , since we all here , prostrate as suppliants , kneel to thee . * no , TIR . Because ye are all infatuated : but I never ...
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... suffered aught at my hands , at least by word or deed tending to his injury , truly I have no hankering after a long - enduring life while I undergo this re- port . For the penalty of this calumny upon me tends to no simple evil , but ...
... suffered aught at my hands , at least by word or deed tending to his injury , truly I have no hankering after a long - enduring life while I undergo this re- port . For the penalty of this calumny upon me tends to no simple evil , but ...
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... suffered . ED . Didst thou persuade or not persuade me , that it be- hoved me to send some one for the holy man of prophecy ? CR . Aye , and am even yet constant to my counsel . ŒD . Well , how long time may it be now , then , since ...
... suffered . ED . Didst thou persuade or not persuade me , that it be- hoved me to send some one for the holy man of prophecy ? CR . Aye , and am even yet constant to my counsel . ŒD . Well , how long time may it be now , then , since ...
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Achilles Ægisthus Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antigone Apollo art thou Atridæ aught bear behold Brunck child Chorus Clytemnestra Creon curses daughter dead death deed Deianira didst dost thou dreadful earth Edipus Electra Euripides Eurytus evil eyes fate fear friends gods Greeks hand hast thou hateful hath hear heard heaven Hercules Hermann hither honour Ismene Jove king knowest Laïus lament land least lest look means MESS misery mortal mother murder Musgrave Neoptolemus never oh father Orestes pain perished Philoctetes Polybus Polynices possess present quod sayest thou scholiast Sophocles speak stranger suffer sure Tecmessa tell Teucer Thebes thee Theseus thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself Tiresias tomb translates Troy Ulysses unhappy utter virgins wert Wherefore wilt thou wish woman words wouldst wretched καὶ
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Página 169 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 44 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Página 245 - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out » That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Página 292 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Página 237 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Página 275 - Awed by no shame, by no respect controll'd, In scandal busy, in reproaches bold: With witty malice studious to defame, Scorn all his joy, and laughter all his aim:— But chief he gloried with licentious style To lash the great, and monarchs to revile. His figure such as might his soul proclaim; One eye was blinking, and one leg was lame: His mountain shoulders half his breast o'erspread, Thin hairs bestrew'd his long misshapen head.
Página 250 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Página 169 - And it came to pass at the end of two months, that she returned unto her father, who did with her according to his vow which he had vowed: and she knew no man. And it was a custom in Israel, that the daughters of Israel went yearly to lament the daughter of Jephthah the Gileadite four days in a year.
Página 134 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Página 67 - Thou hast come, O stranger, to the seats of this land, renowned for the steed ; to seats the fairest on earth, the chalky Colonus ; where the vocal nightingale, chief abounding, trills her plaintive note in the green vales...