Sophocles Oedipus at Colonus 98

Robert Potter (Translator)

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Oedipus
ISMENE, CŒDIPUS, ANTIGONE, CHORUS.
Comest thou, my child!

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)) — 98 focus
ἐξήγαγʼ εἰς τόδʼ ἄλσος. οὐ γὰρ ἄν ποτε
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 117-253b focus
Translations (4)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 98 focus
ANT
MONODY .
O strangers, full of reverent care!
Since ye cannot endure my father here,
Aged and blind,
Because ye have heard a rumour of the deeds
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He did unknowingly,—yet, we entreat you.
Strangers, have pity on me, the hapless girl,
Who pray for mine own sire and for none else,
—Pray, looking in your eyes with eyes not blind.
As if a daughter had appeared to you.
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Pleading for mercy to the unfortunate.
We are in your hands as in the hand of God,
Helpless. O then accord the unhoped for boon!
By what is dear to thee, thy veriest own,
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I pray thee,—chattel or child, or holier name!
Search through the world, thou wilt not find the man
Who could resist the leading of a God.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 117 focus
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English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 98 focus
Ismene
(Edi. Thy brothers, say.
They are — what they are ;
For, oh ! between them deadliest discord reigns.
Where the men sit inglorious at the loom,
And to their wives leave each domestic care !
E'en thus my sons, who should have laboured for me.
Like women idly sit at home, whilst you
Perform their office, and with fihal care
Attend a wretched father. This kind maid,
E'en from her infant days, hath wandered long
An exile with me, and supported still
My feeble age ; oft through the savage woods,
Naked and hungry, by the wintry storms
Or scorching heats afflicted, led me on.
And gave me food, unmindful of her own.
Thou too, Ismene, wert my faithful guard
When I was driven forth ; and now art come
To tell thy father what the gods declare ;
A stranger now to Thebes, I know not what
Hath passed between them ; thou hast some sad news,
I know thou hast, to tell thy wretched father.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 118-250 focus

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mvp-comment-243-1 ὁρᾶν 1

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327. mvp-comment-184-1 ὁρᾶν Essay on Language § 33. P. 57.