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The Tragedies of Sophocles: In English Prose : the Oxford Translation
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The Tragedies Of Sophocles: In English Prose, The Oxford Translation
Sophocles,Theodore Alois Buckley
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Ajax ancient appear bear behold bring called cause child Chorus coming consider Creon daughter dead death deed dreadful earth Edipus evil expression eyes fall fate father fear feel friends gain give gods gone Greeks hand hast thou hath hear heard heaven Hermann hither hold honor hope Jocasta Jove king land laws least light live longer look means Mess mind mortals mother murder nature never once Orestes pain passage perished Philoctetes play possessed present received sayest seems sense shalt speak spirit stranger suffer surely taken tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thyself Tiresias translation truth turn Ulysses unhappy utter whole wilt wish wretched Wunder
Pàgina 319 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Pàgina 186 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Pàgina 72 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pàgina 250 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Pàgina 268 - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out » That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Pàgina 273 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Pàgina 187 - And he sent her away for two months : and she went with her companions, and bewailed her virginity upon the mountains. And it came to pass at the end of two months, that she returned unto her father, who did with her according to his vow which he had vowed: and she knew no man. And it was a custom in Israel, that the daughters of Israel went yearly to lament the daughter of Jephthah the Gileadite four days in a year.
Pàgina 112 - Dixerat. Ille Patris magni parere parabat imperio : et primum pedibus talaria nectit aurea, quae sublimem alis sive aequora supra 240 seu terram rapido pariter cum flamine portant.
Pàgina 255 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!