Sophocles Oedipus at Colonus 370

ed. Lewis Campbell

οἵα κατέσχε τὸν σὸν ἄθλιον δόμον·
370

Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Greek) (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879))

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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 254-509 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 370 focus
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I will gainsay nought of what thou utterest here.
But once in Thebes, I too shall know my course.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 385 focus
Du hattest Hoffnung also, daß die Götter mein
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Gedenken werden, daß mir Rettung einst erscheint?
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 370 focus
Antigone
1696
He is ; his death was straii-ge
And wonderful, for not in war he fell,
Nor did the sea o'erwhelm him, but the earth
Hath hid him from us ; deadly night hath closed
Our eyes in sadness ; whether o'er the seas
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We roam, or exiles in a foreign land
Lead our sad days, we must be still unhappy.
Alas ! I only wish I might have died
With my poor father ; wherefore should I ask
For longer life ?
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 370 focus
Antigone
I see have fall'n, whom, in a foreign land,
1280
Exiled, by you attended I have found ?
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But how attired! his mean and squalid garb,
1280
Worn bare by length of time, his aged limbs
1280
Contaminates; and on his eyeless head
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His matted locks by each rude gale are waved;
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And to his garb akin his wretched food
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But ill supports him. Late, too late I know
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The ruin I have caused. I call the gods
To witness, vile, flagitious as I am,
I come with wholesome food to cherish thee,
And lighten thy accumulated woes.
E'en by the side of Jove and on his throne
Sits Moderation tempering every act:
Nigh thee, my father, let her stand.. Offence,
Though not to be extinguish'd, may be heal'd.
Why art thou silent? O my father speak,
Speak something to me; turn hot from me thus.
Wilt thou not answer me, not e'en a word,
But send me thus with mute contempt away,
Nor why thine anger burns declare? But you,
Ye daughters of this man, my sisters, speak,
Plead with my father for me, try to move
His unrelenting heart; nor let him send..
The suppliant of the god dishonour'd hence, ...
A word to me disdaining to reply.
Speak, my unhappy brother, speak thyself
What sad occasion brought thee hither. Oft
Words as they flow delighting, or perchance
Offending, or to pity soothing mild,
Have giv'n a voice e'en to a speechless tongue.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 254-507 focus