The curse a father on his children spake
Hath faltered not, nor failed!
Nought, Laïus! thy stubborn choice availed—
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First to beget, then, in the after day
And for the city's sake,
The child to slay!
For nought can blunt nor mar
The speech oracular!
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Children of teen! by disbelief ye erred—
Yet in wild weeping came fulfilment of the word!
[
Antigone
and
Ismene
approach, with a train of mourners, bearing the bodies of
Eteocles
and
Polynices.
Seven Against Thebes. Aeschylus. Edmund Doidge Anderson Morshead (Translator). . .