λόγος λέλεκται πᾶς. ὁ δ᾽ ᾿Ατρείδας στυγῶν
Philoctetes. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 391-402 focus
Χορός
ὀρεστέρα παμβῶτι Γᾶ, μᾶτερ αὐτοῦ Διός,
ἃ τὸν μέγαν Πακτωλὸν εὔχρυσον νέμεις,
σὲ κἀκεῖ, μᾶτερ πότνιʼ, ἐπηυδώμαν,
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ὅτʼ ἐς τόνδʼ Ἀτρειδᾶν ὕβρις πᾶσʼ ἐχώρει,
ὅτε τὰ πάτρια τεύχεα παρεδίδοσαν,
ἰὼ μάκαιρα ταυροκτόνων
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λεόντων ἔφεδρε, τῷ Λαρτίου
σέβας ὑπέρτατον.
ὀρεστέρα παμβῶτι Γᾶ, μᾶτερ αὐτοῦ Διός,
ἃ τὸν μέγαν Πακτωλὸν εὔχρυσον νέμεις,
σὲ κἀκεῖ, μᾶτερ πότνιʼ, ἐπηυδώμαν,
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ὅτʼ ἐς τόνδʼ Ἀτρειδᾶν ὕβρις πᾶσʼ ἐχώρει,
ὅτε τὰ πάτρια τεύχεα παρεδίδοσαν,
ἰὼ μάκαιρα ταυροκτόνων
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λεόντων ἔφεδρε, τῷ Λαρτίου
σέβας ὑπέρτατον.
Translations (4)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 389 focus
PHI
Do not care!
Do not care!
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 391 focus
Bergmutter, Erd', Alnährerin, welcher Zeus selbst entsproß,
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Die waltet bei Paktolos' großem, goldnem Strom!
Schon dort, hehre Mutter, dort rief ich zu dir,
Da schmachvollen Hohn ihm des Atreus Geschlecht bot,
Da sie des Vaters Wehr ihm an Laertes' Sohn
Hingaben, als des Ruhms höchsten Preis,
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du Sel'ge, die auf Berglöwen hoch,
Den Stierwürgern, thront!
Bergmutter, Erd', Alnährerin, welcher Zeus selbst entsproß,
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Die waltet bei Paktolos' großem, goldnem Strom!
Schon dort, hehre Mutter, dort rief ich zu dir,
Da schmachvollen Hohn ihm des Atreus Geschlecht bot,
Da sie des Vaters Wehr ihm an Laertes' Sohn
Hingaben, als des Ruhms höchsten Preis,
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du Sel'ge, die auf Berglöwen hoch,
Den Stierwürgern, thront!
Philoktetes.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 389 focus
Philoctetes
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The fields of Troy; nor he without thy arms;
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But, like two lions that together range,
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Guard each the other. I to Troy will send
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Sage Esculapius; he shall heal thy wound;
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For Ilium by my shafts again must fall.
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But 'midst the ravages of conquest spare,
With reverence spare things sacred to the gods:
This holy awe is pleasing to high Jove:
For piety with mortals doth not die;
Live they or die, that never perishes.
With joy once more beyond my hopes I hear
That voice, with joy that long lost form behold.
Thy mandates unreluctant I obey.
The fields of Troy; nor he without thy arms;
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But, like two lions that together range,
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Guard each the other. I to Troy will send
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Sage Esculapius; he shall heal thy wound;
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For Ilium by my shafts again must fall.
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But 'midst the ravages of conquest spare,
With reverence spare things sacred to the gods:
This holy awe is pleasing to high Jove:
For piety with mortals doth not die;
Live they or die, that never perishes.
With joy once more beyond my hopes I hear
That voice, with joy that long lost form behold.
Thy mandates unreluctant I obey.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 391-400 focus
Chorus
Goddess of the hills, Earth all-nourishing, mother of Zeus himself, you through whose realm the great Pactolus
rolls golden sands! There, there also, dread Mother, I called upon your name, when all the insults of the Atreids landed upon this man, when they handed over his father’s armor, that sublime marvel,
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to the son of
Laertes
. Hear it, blessed queen, who rides on bull-slaughtering lions!
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Goddess of the hills, Earth all-nourishing, mother of Zeus himself, you through whose realm the great Pactolus
rolls golden sands! There, there also, dread Mother, I called upon your name, when all the insults of the Atreids landed upon this man, when they handed over his father’s armor, that sublime marvel,
395
to the son of
Laertes
. Hear it, blessed queen, who rides on bull-slaughtering lions!
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