Sophocles Oedipus at Colonus 303

Robert Potter (Translator)

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Oedipus
They see both me and thee, and they perceive
That wrong'd by deeds in words I seek revenge.

Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.

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Editions (2)
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 303 focus
μακρὰ κέλευθος· πολλὰ δʼ ἐμπόρων ἔπη
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 254-509 focus
Translations (4)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 303 focus
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Now then, lead her away
By force, if she refuse to go with you.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 296 focus
Und wo verweilt, o Freunde, dieses Landes Fürst?
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 303 focus
Theseus
I've said enough ; no more. I will not boast,
But thou art safe if Heaven forsake not me.
In sacred wisdom's path is seldom seen
The wretch, whom sordid love of wealth inspires ;
Neglectful of the happy golden mean,
His soul nor truth nor heavenly knowledge fires ;
No length of days to him can pleasure bring,
In death alone he finds repose,
End of his wishes and his woes;
In that uncomfortable night
Where never music's charms delight,
Nor virgin choirs their hymeneals sing.
The happiest fate of man is not to be ;
And next in bliss is he who soon as bom,
From the vain world and all its sorrows free,
Shall whence he came with speediest foot return ;
For youth is full of folly, toils, and woes,
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Of war, sedition, pain, and strife.
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With all the busy ills of life.
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Till helpless age come creeping on,
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Deserted, friendless, and alone.
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Which neither power nor joy nor pleasure knows.
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E'pode.
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The hapless CEdipus, like me,
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Is doomed to age and misery ;
E'en as around the northern shore
The bleak winds howl and tempests roar,
Contending storms in terror meet,
And dashing waves for ever beat;
Thus is the wretched king with grief oppressed,
And woes on woes afflict his long-distempered breast.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 254-507 focus

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