Deianira
Strophe i.
Antistrophe i.
Strophe 2.
Antistrojjhe 2.
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The fame, it seems, of Deianira's woes
Hatli reached thine ears, but oh ! thou little knowst
What 1 have suffered ! Thou hast never felt
Sorrows like mine. And long may be the time
Ere sad experience shall aftiict thy soul
With equal woes ! Alas ! the youthful maid
In flowery pastures still exulting feeds,
Nor feels the scorching sun, the wintry storm,
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Or blast of angry
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Secure she leads
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A life of pleasure, void of every care,
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Till to the virgin's happy state succeeds
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The name of wife. Tlien shall her portion come
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Of pain and anguish, then her terrors rise
For husband and for children. Then perchance
You too may know what 'tis to be unhappy,
And judge of my misfortunes by your own.
Long since oppressed by many a bitter woe
Oft have 1 wept, but this transcends them all ;
For I will tell thee, when Abides last
Forth on his journey went, he left behind
An ancient scroll. Alas ! before that time
In all his labours he did never use
To speak as one who thought of death — secure
Always he seemed of victory ; but now
This writing marks, as if he were to die,
The portion out reserved for me, and wills
Ilis children to divide th' inheritance ;
Fixes the time, in fifteen moons, it saj^s.
He should return. That past or he must perish,
Or, if he 'scape the fatal houi", thenceforth
Should lead a life of happiness and joy :
Thus had the gods, it said, decreed his life
And toils should end : so from their ancient beach
Dodona's doves foretold. Th' appointed hour
Approaehes that must bring th' event, e'en now,
My friends, and therefore nightly do I start
From my sweet slumbers, struck with deadly fear.
Lest I should lose the dearest, best of men.
Trachiniae. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.