Oedipus
Now, son of Ægeus, I will show thee thing's
Glorious to thee and to thy state, which time, I
Shall never darken. To the fated place
Where I'must die I now will leads the way I
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Not led, nor guided: but to mortal maneit
Never disclose the secret spot, non where ros
It lies, it shall be then thy strong defenced
For ever, more than close-compacted shields(0)
And spears of neighbouring states to thee allied.
But things mysterious, not as yet by words
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Unfolded, thou shalt learn when thither come
Alone: to none of all thy citizens, das mode
Nor to my daughters to my soul though dear,
Would I reveal them: lock them in thy breast:
But when thy life approaches to its end,
Declare them only to the Chief that stands
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In highest honour; to his successor
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Let him disclose them. Thus thy royal seat
Shall in this city stand impregnable
To all the inroads of the dragon-race.:
For oft we see that states, though founded well!
On righteous laws, are prone t' abuse their force
To insolent oppression: but the gods
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Exact, though late, observe when one disdains
Their holy mandates, and to madness turns.
That, son of Ægeus, that be far from thee.
But I instruct a mind in all the parts
Of virtue skill'd. Now go we to the place
(For the strong impulse of the god I feel
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Urging me on) nor fear lest we profane
The sanctity we reverence. Follow me
This way, my daughters; I am now become
A guide to you, as to your father long,
You have been guides. Go then, but touch me not;
Let me unguided find the sacred tomb,
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Where these old limbs are destined to repose
Beneath the earth. Go this way, this way go;
For this way Hermes, who conducts the dead,
Leads me, and she o'er the dark realms who reigns.
O light, thy beams though I no more behold,
(Once I beheld them) now these aged limbs
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Feel thy last touch; with feeble steps I go
To close my last of life in death's dark shades.
But be thou blest, my noble, honour'd friend,
Thou, and thy country, and thy faithful train:
Yet 'midst success, 'midst glories always yours,
Think on the dead, remember Edipus.;!
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