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Trachiniae. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 633-662 focus
Χορός
ὦ ναύλοχα καὶ πετραῖα
θερμὰ λουτρὰ καὶ πάγους
Οἴτας παραναιετάοντες, οἵ τε μέσσαν Μηλίδα πὰρ λίμναν
635
χρυσαλακάτου τʼ ἀκτὰν κόρας,
ἔνθʼ Ἑλλάνων ἀγοραὶ
Πυλάτιδες κλέονται·
ὦ ναύλοχα καὶ πετραῖα
θερμὰ λουτρὰ καὶ πάγους
Οἴτας παραναιετάοντες, οἵ τε μέσσαν Μηλίδα πὰρ λίμναν
635
χρυσαλακάτου τʼ ἀκτὰν κόρας,
ἔνθʼ Ἑλλάνων ἀγοραὶ
Πυλάτιδες κλέονται·
Χορός
ὁ καλλιβόας τάχʼ ὑμῖν
640
αὐλὸς οὐκ ἀναρσίαν
ἀχῶν καναχὰν ἐπάνεισιν, ἀλλὰ θείας ἀντίλυρον μούσας.
ὁ γὰρ Διὸς Ἀλκμήνας κόρος
σοῦται πάσας ἀρετᾶς
645
λάφυρʼ ἔχων ἐπʼ οἴκους·
ὁ καλλιβόας τάχʼ ὑμῖν
640
αὐλὸς οὐκ ἀναρσίαν
ἀχῶν καναχὰν ἐπάνεισιν, ἀλλὰ θείας ἀντίλυρον μούσας.
ὁ γὰρ Διὸς Ἀλκμήνας κόρος
σοῦται πάσας ἀρετᾶς
645
λάφυρʼ ἔχων ἐπʼ οἴκους·
Χορός
ὃν ἀπόπτολιν εἴχομεν παντᾷ,
δυοκαιδεκάμηνον ἀμμένουσαι
χρόνον, πελάγιον, ἴδριες οὐδέν·
ἁ δέ οἱ φίλα δάμαρ
650
τάλαιναν δυστάλαινα καρδίαν
πάγκλαυτος αἰὲν ὤλλυτο·
νῦν δʼ Ἄρης οἰστρηθεὶς
ἐξέλυσʼ ἐπίπονον ἁμέραν.
ὃν ἀπόπτολιν εἴχομεν παντᾷ,
δυοκαιδεκάμηνον ἀμμένουσαι
χρόνον, πελάγιον, ἴδριες οὐδέν·
ἁ δέ οἱ φίλα δάμαρ
650
τάλαιναν δυστάλαινα καρδίαν
πάγκλαυτος αἰὲν ὤλλυτο·
νῦν δʼ Ἄρης οἰστρηθεὶς
ἐξέλυσʼ ἐπίπονον ἁμέραν.
Χορός
ἀφίκοιτʼ ἀφίκοιτο· μὴ σταίη
655
πολύκωπον ὄχημα ναὸς αὐτῷ,
πρὶν τάνδε πρὸς πόλιν ἀνύσειε,
νασιῶτιν ἑστίαν
ἀμείψας, ἔνθα κλῄζεται θυτήρ·
ὅθεν μόλοι πανίμερος,
660
τᾶς πειθοῦς παγχρίστῳ
συγκραθεὶς ἐπὶ προφάσει φάρους.
ἀφίκοιτʼ ἀφίκοιτο· μὴ σταίη
655
πολύκωπον ὄχημα ναὸς αὐτῷ,
πρὶν τάνδε πρὸς πόλιν ἀνύσειε,
νασιῶτιν ἑστίαν
ἀμείψας, ἔνθα κλῄζεται θυτήρ·
ὅθεν μόλοι πανίμερος,
660
τᾶς πειθοῦς παγχρίστῳ
συγκραθεὶς ἐπὶ προφάσει φάρους.
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 647 focus
Er, dessen wir volle zwölf Monden,
1
Da er ferne vom Haus im Meer umhertrieb,
Sehnsüchtig harrten, ohne Kunde.
Aber sein geliebtes Weib, die Arme,
(Armes Herz, von Gram verzehrt!)
640
Sie schwand in ewigem Jammer hin.
Doch jezt nahm, kaum noch in Wuth,
Ares nahm den traurigen Tag von ihr.
2
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
Er, dessen wir volle zwölf Monden,
1
Da er ferne vom Haus im Meer umhertrieb,
Sehnsüchtig harrten, ohne Kunde.
Aber sein geliebtes Weib, die Arme,
(Armes Herz, von Gram verzehrt!)
640
Sie schwand in ewigem Jammer hin.
Doch jezt nahm, kaum noch in Wuth,
Ares nahm den traurigen Tag von ihr.
2
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 633-660 focus
Chorus
O you who dwell by the warm springs near ships’ haven and rocky cliff, and you who live by
the crags of Oeta! And you dwellers by the land-locked waters of the Malian gulf, and the headland sacred to the virgin-goddess of the golden shuttle, where are the famed councils of the Greeks at the gates!
635
O you who dwell by the warm springs near ships’ haven and rocky cliff, and you who live by
the crags of Oeta! And you dwellers by the land-locked waters of the Malian gulf, and the headland sacred to the virgin-goddess of the golden shuttle, where are the famed councils of the Greeks at the gates!
635
Chorus
Soon the glorious voice of the flute will go up for you again, sounding no bothersome, strident notes, but divine music worthy of the lyre! For the son whom Alcmena bore to Zeus
640
is hurrying homeward, with spoils won by supreme valor.
645
Soon the glorious voice of the flute will go up for you again, sounding no bothersome, strident notes, but divine music worthy of the lyre! For the son whom Alcmena bore to Zeus
640
is hurrying homeward, with spoils won by supreme valor.
645
Chorus
We thought him lost utterly to our land, a wanderer over sea, while we waited through twelve long months and knew nothing.
She, his loving wife, miserable, was ever pining in her miserable heart, always weeping. But now Ares, stung to rage, has freed her days from their toil.
650
We thought him lost utterly to our land, a wanderer over sea, while we waited through twelve long months and knew nothing.
She, his loving wife, miserable, was ever pining in her miserable heart, always weeping. But now Ares, stung to rage, has freed her days from their toil.
650
Chorus
May he come, may he come! Let him not halt the many-oared ship that carries him before he has reached this town, leaving the island altar where he is reported to be sacrificing!
655
May he come from there full of desire, steeped in love on the pretext of the robe by Persuasion’s all-powerful ointment!
660
May he come, may he come! Let him not halt the many-oared ship that carries him before he has reached this town, leaving the island altar where he is reported to be sacrificing!
655
May he come from there full of desire, steeped in love on the pretext of the robe by Persuasion’s all-powerful ointment!
660
Commentary
Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus
645-646. mvp-comment-482-1 πάσας ἀρετᾶς | λάφυρα] 'Spoils, such as are the meed of supreme valour.' wâs is here intensive- not 'All' but 'Uttermost.'