Chorus
And I have more praise for this city our mother,
the gift of a great divinity, a glory most great: the might of horses, the might of colts, and the might of the sea.
For you, son of Cronus, lord Poseidon, have set her on the throne of this pride,
710
by establishing first in our roads the bit that cures the rage of horses. And the shapely oar, well-fitted for the sea, in flying past the land leaps to follow the hundred-footed Nereids.
715
For you, son of Cronus, lord Poseidon, have set her on the throne of this pride,
Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1889.
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