Sophocles Oedipus at Colonus 375

ed. Lewis Campbell

τὸν πρόσθε γεννηθέντα Πολυνείκη θρόνων
375

Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 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)) — 375 focus
ANT
Father, father!
Oh that some God would give thee once to see
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The man whose royal virtue brings us hither!
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)) — 375 focus
Ismene
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Alas !
Alas ! my sister, what must be our fate,
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Forlorn and helpless, of our father thus
Bereft ?
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 375 focus
Theseus
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beyond their sex, a manly part.
But you, my sons... Away, you are not mine.
For this cause fortune looks upon thee now
Not as she soon will look, when thou shalt lead
These troops to Thebes: it is not in thy fate
To rend her rampires down, but there to fall
Welt'ring in blood; such too thy brother's fate.
These curses on you I before denounced,
And now as my associates call them down,
That to a parent you may learn to show
Due reverence, nor disdain a father more
Though blind. My daughters have not been thus base;
Therefore thy seat, thy throne shall they possess;
Since Justice long renown'd, by laws of old
Establish'd, shares th' imperial throne of Jove.
But get thee hence, thou hast no father here,
Detested wretch, thou vilest of the vile,
And take these curses with thee, on thy head
Which I call down: by arms thy native land
Never may'st thou recover, nor again
Visit the vales of Argos; may'st thou die
Slain by thy brother's hand, and may thy hand
Slay him, by whom thou art to exile driv'n.
These curses I call on thee, and invoke
The parent gloom of Erebus abhorr'd
To give thee in his dark Tartarean realms
A mansion: I invoke these awful pow'rs,
And the stern god of war, who 'twixt you raised
This horrible hate. Thou hast my answer; go,
Tell all the Thebans, tell thy faithful friends
Confederate in thy cause, that Edipus
Confers this meed of merit on his sons.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 254-507 focus

Commentary

Commentary (R. C. Jebb) (OCR draft) (Commentary (R. C. Jebb))

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