Sophocles: With an English Translation by F. Storr

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W. Heinemann, 1912 - Mythology, Greek
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Page vi - Whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild ; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole, The mellow glory of the Attic stage, Singer of sweet Colonus and its child.
Page 347 - Yea, for these laws were not ordained of Zeus, And she who sits enthroned with gods below, Justice, enacted not these human laws. Nor did I deem that thou, a mortal man, Could'st by a breath annul and override The immutable unwritten laws of Heaven. They were not born to-day nor yesterday ; They die not ; and none knoweth whence
Page 339 - 2) Speech and the wind-swift speed of counsel and civic wit, He hath learnt for himself all these ; and the arrowy rain to fly And the nipping airs that freeze, 'neath the open winter sky. He hath provision for all : Fell plague he hath learnt to endure; Safe whate'er may befall: yet
Page 13 - were suborned from Thebes ? CREON So 'twas surmised, but none was found to avenge His murder mid the trouble that ensued. OEDIPUS What trouble can have hindered a full quest, When royalty had fallen thus miserably ? CREON The riddling Sphinx compelled us to let slide The dim past and attend to instant needs. OEDIPUS Well,
Page 119 - On thy misery to look ? Though to gaze on thee I yearn, Much to question, much to learn, Horror-struck away I turn. OEDIPUS Ah me ! ah woe is me ! Ah whither am I borne ! How like a ghost forlorn My voice flits from me on the air ! On, on the demon goads. The end, ah where
Page 261 - For when youth passes with its giddy train, Troubles on troubles follow, toils on toils, Pain, pain for ever pain ; And none escapes life's coils. Envy, sedition, strife, Carnage and war, make up the tale of life. Last comes the worst and. most abhorred stage Of unregarded age, Joyless, companionless and slow, Of woes the crowning woe.
Page 33 - willst not speak! Wouldst thou betray us and destroy the State ? TEIRESIAS I will not vex myself nor thee. Why ask Thus idly what from me thou shalt not learn ? OEDIPUS Monster! thy silence would incense a flint. Will nothing loose thy tongue ? Can nothing melt thee, Or shake thy dogged taciturnity