Jove, high ruler of the skies,
And the Pythian god are wise ;
They the deeds of mortals know,
All whate'er is done below :
Of knowledge doth the Seer a brighter ray,
Than illumines me, display?
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Some deeper drink of wisdom's spring;
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But proofs, that flash conviction I demand.
The Sphinx display'd her dreadful wing,
His wisdom saved the sinking land;
Then let my grateful soul disdain
To rank the hero with the murderer's train.
Ye citizens of Thebes, th' atrocious crime,
Charged on me by the royal Edipus,
Hath reach'd my ear: my soul disdains the charge.
If in the present ills he deems that aught
Of injury to him by word or deed
By me hath been attempted, let me breathe
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This vital air no longer, such ill fame
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Sustaining: for no trivial damage brings
This accusation, but of import high
To me, if I shall be reputed base
By thee, and by my friends, and by the state.
Chorus
CREON, CHORUS.
From violence of passion this reproach
Creon
Haply burst forth, more than from sober thought.
Whence his persuasion that the Seer, with me
Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.