Creon
If thou must love them, to the shades below
Go now, and love them there; for be assur’d
No women, while I live, shall bear the sway.
cuor, Before the gates Ismene now appears,
The tears, expressive of a sister’s love,
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Fast-streaming from her eyes ; and o’er her brows
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Sorrow hath spread a gloomy cloud, that dims
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The glowing radiance of her beauteous cheeks.
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Antigone. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.