The Tragedies of Sophocles: Literally Translated Into English Prose, with NotesW. Jackson, 1837 - 307 páginas |
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... thou art reputed and believed to have righted our condition . Now too , O majesty of Edipus , owned paramount by all , we im- plore thee , all prostrate here before thee , to find some help for us , whether by hearing the voice of any ...
... thou art reputed and believed to have righted our condition . Now too , O majesty of Edipus , owned paramount by all , we im- plore thee , all prostrate here before thee , to find some help for us , whether by hearing the voice of any ...
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... thou who dost contemplate all things , both those which may be taught , and ... art not informed of it by the messengers , has sent word in return to us who ... thou , therefore , on thy part , grudging us neither response from augury ...
... thou who dost contemplate all things , both those which may be taught , and ... art not informed of it by the messengers , has sent word in return to us who ... thou , therefore , on thy part , grudging us neither response from augury ...
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... thou hast promulged , and from this day forth to speak word neither to these here , nor to me ; for that thou art the unhallowed defiler of this land . ED . Hast thou thus shamelessly given vent to these words of thine , and canst thou ...
... thou hast promulged , and from this day forth to speak word neither to these here , nor to me ; for that thou art the unhallowed defiler of this land . ED . Hast thou thus shamelessly given vent to these words of thine , and canst thou ...
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... art surpassing art in this life of constant emulation , how great is the jealousy stored up among you ! if at least for the sake of this my do- minion , which the city reposed in my ... thou art a king , the 14 368-397 EDIPUS TYRANNUS .
... art surpassing art in this life of constant emulation , how great is the jealousy stored up among you ! if at least for the sake of this my do- minion , which the city reposed in my ... thou art a king , the 14 368-397 EDIPUS TYRANNUS .
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Literally Translated Into English Prose, with Notes Sophocles. TIR . Even though thou art a king , the right of an ... thou hast taunted me with being blind also : thou actually hast thy sight , and seest not in what evil thou art , nor ...
Literally Translated Into English Prose, with Notes Sophocles. TIR . Even though thou art a king , the right of an ... thou hast taunted me with being blind also : thou actually hast thy sight , and seest not in what evil thou art , nor ...
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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 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.
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