Antigone
Unwept, unfriended, without marriage-song, I am led in misery on this journey that cannot be put off. No longer is it permitted me, unhappy girl,
to look up at this sacred eye of the burning sun. But for my fate no tear is shed, no friend moans in sorrow.
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Antigone. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1891.
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