Sophocles Oedipus at Colonus 308

Robert Potter (Translator)

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Chorus
This state then I esteem a state no more.

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)) — 308 focus
ἀλλʼ εὐτυχὴς ἵκοιτο τῇ θʼ αὑτοῦ πόλει
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)) — 308 focus
CH
Thou art transgressing, stranger.
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)) — 308 focus
Polynices
Scene II.
CEdipus, Antigone, Ismene, Chorus.
Pol. O my sisters ! see
Of all mankind the most unhappy. Where
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Shall I begin? shall I lament my own,
Or shall I weep an aged parent's fate?
For, oh ! 'tis horrible to find him thus
A wandering exile in a foreign land ;
In this moan garb, with wild dishevelled hair,
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Bereft of sight, and destitute, perhaps,
Of needful food and nourishment. Alas !
Too late I know it ; worthless jus I am,
I flew to succour him, to plead my cause.
That not from others he might hear the talo
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Of my misfortunes. Sacred pity sits
Fast by the throne of Jove, o'er all his works
Presiding gracious. Oh ! let her inspire
Thy breast, my father. Ciimes already done.
Which cannot be recalled, may still be healed
By kind forgiveness : why, then, art thou silent 1
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Oh ! speak, my father ; do not turn aside.
Wilt thou not answer ? Wilt thou let me go
Without one word ; nor tell me whence thy wrath
Contemptuous springs 1 My sisters, you at least
Will try to move his unrelenting heart.
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And loosen his closed lips, that not thus spurned
And thus unanswered, though a suppliant here
At Neptune's altar, I return with shame
And foul disgrace.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 254-507 focus