Tiresias
Strophe I.
Antistrophe i.
Strojyhe 2.
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famed for wisdom's lore.
Hath dreadful ills to CEdipus divined ;
And as his words mysterious I explore.
Unnumbered doubts perplex my anxious mind.
Now raised by hope, and now with fears oppressed,
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Sorrow and joy alternate till my breast :
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How should these hapless kings be foes.
When never strife between them rose ?
Or why should Laius, slain by hands unknown.
Bring foul disgrace on Polybus' unhappy son ?
From Phoebus and all-seeing Jove
Nought can be hid of actions here below ;
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But earthly prophets may deceitful prove.
And little more than other mortals know :
'riiough much in wisdom man doth man excel.
In all that 's human error still must dwell :
Could he commit the bloody deed.
Who from the Sphinx our city freed?
Ob, no ! he never shed the guiltless blood ;
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The Sphynx declares him wise, and innocent^ and good.
Ckeon, Otiorus
Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.