Chorus
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Deianira, Attendant.
On thee we call, great god of day,
To whom the night, with all her staiTy train,
Yields her solitary reign,
To send us some propitious I'ay :
Say thou, whose all-beholding eye
Doth nature's every part descry.
What dangerous ocean, or what land unknown
From Deianira keeps Alcmena's valiant son.
For she nor joy nor comfort knows,
But weeps her absent lord, and vainly tries
To close her ever-streaming eyes.
Or soothe her sorrows to repose :
Like the sad bird of night, alone
She makes her solitary moan ;
Aiid still, as on her widowed bed reclined
She lies, unnumbered fears perplex her anxious mind.
E'en as the troubled billows roar,
When angry Boreas rules th' inclement skies.
And waves on waves tumultuous rise
To lash the Cretan shore :
Thus sorrows still on sorrows prest
Fill the great Alcides' breast ;
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Unfading yet shall his fair virtues bloom,
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And some protecting god preserve him from the tomb.
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"Wherefore, to better thoughts inclined,
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Let us with hope's fair prospect fill thy breast,
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Calm thy anxious thoughts to rest,
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And ease thy troubled mind :
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No bliss on man, unmixed with woe.
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Doth Jove, great lord of all, bestow ;
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But good with ill, and pleasure still with pain,
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Like heaven's revolving signs, alternate reign.
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Epode.
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Not always do the shades of night remain,
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Nor ever with hard fate is man oppressed ;
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The wealth that leaves us may return again,
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Sorrow and joy successive fill the breast ;
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Fearless then of every ill.
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Let cheerful hope support thee still :
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Remember, queen, there is a power above ;
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And when did the great father, careful Jove,
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Forget his children dear, and kind paternal love 1
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TRACIIIMjE,
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Trachiniae. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.