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Chorus
God of many names, glory of the Cadmeian bride and offspring of loud-thundering Zeus, you who watch over far-famed
Italy
and reign
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in the valleys of Eleusinian Deo where all find welcome! O Bacchus, denizen of
Thebes
, the mother-city of your Bacchants, dweller by the wet stream of Ismenus on the soil
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of the sowing of the savage dragon’s teeth!
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God of many names, glory of the Cadmeian bride and offspring of loud-thundering Zeus, you who watch over far-famed
Italy
and reign
1115
in the valleys of Eleusinian Deo where all find welcome! O Bacchus, denizen of
Thebes
, the mother-city of your Bacchants, dweller by the wet stream of Ismenus on the soil
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of the sowing of the savage dragon’s teeth!
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Chorus
The smoky glare of torches sees you above the cliffs of the twin peaks, where the Corycian nymphs move inspired by your godhead,
and Castalia’s stream sees you, too. The ivy-mantled slopes of
Nysa
’s hills and the shore green with many-clustered vines send you, when accompanied by the cries of your divine words,
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you visit the avenues of
Thebes
.
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The smoky glare of torches sees you above the cliffs of the twin peaks, where the Corycian nymphs move inspired by your godhead,
and Castalia’s stream sees you, too. The ivy-mantled slopes of
Nysa
’s hills and the shore green with many-clustered vines send you, when accompanied by the cries of your divine words,
1130
you visit the avenues of
Thebes
.
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Chorus
Thebes
of all cities you hold foremost in honor, together with your lightning-struck mother.
And now when the whole city is held subject to a violent plague, come, we ask, with purifying feet over steep
Parnassus
,
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or over the groaning straits!
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Thebes
of all cities you hold foremost in honor, together with your lightning-struck mother.
And now when the whole city is held subject to a violent plague, come, we ask, with purifying feet over steep
Parnassus
,
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or over the groaning straits!
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Chorus
O Leader of the chorus of the stars whose breath is fire, overseer of the chants in the night, son begotten of Zeus,
appear, my king, with your attendant Thyiads, who in night-long frenzy dance and sing you as Iacchus the Giver!
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O Leader of the chorus of the stars whose breath is fire, overseer of the chants in the night, son begotten of Zeus,
appear, my king, with your attendant Thyiads, who in night-long frenzy dance and sing you as Iacchus the Giver!
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Antigone. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1891.
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