Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Trachiniae 6

Commentary on Sophocles: Trachiniae. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge. 1932.

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 633 focus
ὦ ναύλοχα ναύλοχοσ καὶ πετραῖα
ὁ καλλιβόας τάχ᾽ ὑμῖν υμῖν
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αὐλὸς οὐκ ἀναρσίαν
ἰάχων καναχὰν ἐπάνεισιν, ἀλλὰ θείας
ἀντίλυρον μούσας.
ὁ γὰρ Διὸς ᾿Αλκμήνας κόρος τε κόρος τε κούρος
σεῦται πάσας ἀρετᾶς
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ὃν ἀπόπτολιν εἴχομεν, πάντα
δυοκαιδεκάμηνον ἀμμένουσαι
χρόνον, πελάγιον, ἴδριες οὐδέν·
ὁ ἁ δὲ οἱ φίλα δάμαρ δάμαρ
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τάλαιναν τάλαινα δυστάλαινα καρδίαν
πάγκλαυτος v πάγκλαυτος αἰὲν ὤλλυτο·
νῦν δ᾽ Ἄρης οἰστρηθεὶs
ἐξέλυσ᾽ ἐπίπονον ἁμέραν.
ἀφίκοιτ᾿ ἀφίκοιτο· μὴ σταίη
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πολύκωπον ὄχημα ναὸς αὐτῷ,
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 633-662 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 633 focus
O ye that haunt the strand
Where ships in quiet land
Near Oeta’s height and the warm rock-drawn well,
And ye round Melis’ inland gulf who dwell,
Worshipping her who wields the golden wand,—
(There Hellas’ wisest meet in council strong):
Soon shall the flute arise
With sound of glad surprise,
Thrilling your sense with no unwelcome song,
But tones that to the harp of Heavenly Muse belong.
Zeus’ and Alcmena’s son,—
All deeds of glory done,—
Speeds now triumphant to his home, whom we
Twelve weary months of blind expectancy
Lost in vast distance, from our country gone.
While, sadly languishing, his loving wife,
Still flowing down with tears,
Pined with unnumbered fears.
But Ares, lately stung to furious strife,
Frees him for ever from the toilsome life.
O let him come to-day!
Ne’er may his vessel stay,
But glide with feathery sweep of many an oar,
Till from his altar by yon island shore
Even to our town he wind his prosperous way,
In mien returning mild,
And inly reconciled,
With that anointing in his heart ingrained,
Which the dark Centaur’s wizard lips ordained.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 633 focus
Ihr, die ihr die felsumragten,
Heißen Bäder, nah dem Port, 1
Und Deta's Hügel umwohnet, ihr, inmitten
Melischer Bucht, auch ihr
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Am Strande der Göttin mit goldnem Pfeil. 2
Wo Hellas' pylischer Rath
Vom Ruhme weit genannt wird!
Erste Gegenstrophe.
Süßhallende Flöten kehren 3
Bald zurück an euren Strand,
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Kein feindliches Jauchzen erhebend, nein, der Lyra
Göttlichen Feierklang.
Denn Zeus' und Alkmene's erhab'ner Sohu
Eilt her, mit jeglichem Preis
Des Muths gekrönt, zur Heimat:
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Zweite Strophe.
Er, dessen wir volle zwölf Monden, 4
Da er ferne vom Haus im Meer umhertrieb,
Sehnsüchtig harrten, ohne Kunde.
Aber sein geliebtes Weib, die Arme,
(Armes Herz, von Gram verzehrt!)
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Sie schwand in ewigem Jammer hin.
Doch jezt nahm, kaum noch in Wuth,
Ares nahm den traurigen Tag von ihr. 5
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
Er erschein', er erscheine! Nie raste
In der Eile des Laufes ihm das Fahrzeug,
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Bis unsre Stadt er glücklich erreiche,
Vom Altar der Insel heim sich wendend,
Wo er, heißt es, Opfer bringt.
Von dort erschein' er diesen Tag,
Von Peitho's Salbe getränkt, 6
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Deren Zauber das Ungeheuer pries!
Deianeira. Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 633 focus
What canst thou tell him more ? Alas ! I fear
He'll know too well the love I bear to him.
Would I could be as certain he'd return it ! [Exeunt.
You who on (Eta's craggy summit dwell,
Or from the rock, whence gushing riv'lets flow,
Bathe in the warmer springs below.
You who near the Melian bay
To golden-shafted Diana hymn the lay.
Now haste to string the Ip^e, and tune the vocal shell,
No mournful theme demands your pensive strain,
But such as, kindled by the sacred fire.
The Muses might themselves admire —
A loud and cheerful song. For see.
The son of Jove returns with victory,
And richest spoils reward a life of toil and pain.
Far from his native land he took his way :
For twelve long moons, uncertain of his fate.
Did we lament his exiled state.
What time his anxious wife deplored,
With never-ceasing tears her absent lord ;
But Mars at last hath closed his long laborious day.
Let him from fair Euboea's isle appear.
Let winds and raging seas oppose no more.
But waft him to the wished-for shore.
Th' anointed vest's persuasive charms
Shall bring him soon to Deianira's arms.
Soon shall we see the great the loved Alcides here.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 633 focus
You, on the cliffs, whose jutting brow
O'erhangs the dashing wave,
At whose soft foot the warm springs flow
The weary limbs to lave;
On Œta's summits rudely piled
Who fix your habitations wild;
You, who the Melian bay command,
The golden-quiver'd Virgin's strand,
Or near the rocky straits reside
Where Greece her Chiefs in council views with pride;
Soon shall you hear the pipe's sweet sound;
To you it comes again;
No mournful notes it breathes around
But sprightly is the strain;
And, with such airs as joy inspire,
Rivals the Muses' heav'nly lyre.
The winged hours the hero bring,
Son of Alcmena and heav'n's king;
He comes, he chases all our fears,
And the rich spoils of every virtue bears.
The hero absent from our state
Twelve tedious moons we mourn,
Whilst anxious Expectation sate,
And watch'd his wish'd return,
Unknown what seas he ploughs with pain,
What shores his lingering steps detain.
Meanwhile his fond wife melts in tears, '
And yields her heart a prey to fears :
But Mars now bids his fury cease,
And closes his long day of toils in peace.
ANTIS. 2. May he arrive, e'en now arrive
Nor let the lab'ring oar
Forbear his welcome bark to drive
On Trachin's shouting shore,
But bring him from the island shrine,
Where now he offers rites divine.
Yes, let him come with all the fire
Of eager love and fond desire;
Come, as the Centaur's words profest,
Wrapt in persuasion's medicated vest !
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 633-660 focus