Euripides, Medea, Edward P. Coleridge (Translator), 976

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Chorus

Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin;

with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death.
980

Medea. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.

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Current edition Perseus

Medea (English) (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.)

Editions (1)

Μήδεια Perseus (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902.) — 976 focus

Χορός

νῦν ἐλπίδες οὐκέτι μοι παίδων ζόας,

οὐκέτι· στείχουσι γὰρ ἐς φόνον ἤδη.

δέξεται νύμφα χρυσέων ἀναδεσμῶν

δέξεται δύστανος ἄταν·

ξανθᾷ δ’ ἀμφὶ κόμᾳ θήσει τὸν Ἅιδα
980

κόσμον αὐτὰ χεροῖν. λαβοῦσα.

Translations (2)

Medea (OCR draft) Experimental (Medea. Robert Potter's English verse translation, first published in 1781–1783; text from the 1808 Oxford printing.)

No corresponding passage available

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1841; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 1, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1841. Harvard OCR compared with an independent BSB copy. Native Donner verse citations, Murray reference cards, explicitly located notes and page facsimiles. Unresolved OCR, verse divisions, unlocated notes and printed errata are documented in the source review.) — 976 focus

Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun,

Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin.

Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte,

Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme,
955

Und in das blonde Geflecht

Der Locken heftet sie des Todes

Schmuck mit eignen Hånden.

Gegenstrophe 1.

Euripides Medea 976

Edward P. Coleridge (Translator)

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Chorus

Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin;

with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death.
980

Current edition Perseus

Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun,

Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin.

Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte,

Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme,
955

Und in das blonde Geflecht

Der Locken heftet sie des Todes

Schmuck mit eignen Hånden.

Gegenstrophe 1.

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Chorus Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin; with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death. 980

Current edition Perseus

Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun, Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin. Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte, Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme, 955 Und in das blonde Geflecht Der Locken heftet sie des Todes Schmuck mit eignen Hånden. Gegenstrophe 1.

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Chorus

Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin;

with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death.
980

Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun,

Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin.

Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte,

Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme,
955

Und in das blonde Geflecht

Der Locken heftet sie des Todes

Schmuck mit eignen Hånden.

Gegenstrophe 1.