Sophocles: The Philoctetes

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The University Press, 1898
 

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Page 57 - He giveth snow like wool : he scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels : who can stand before his cold ? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them : he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Page 154 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Page 173 - Ah, thou sad dwelling, so long haunted by the pain of my presence, what shall be my daily portion henceforth? Where and whence, wretched that I am, shall I find a hope of sustenance? Above my head, the timorous doves will go on their way through the shrill breeze; for I can arrest their flight no more.
Page 113 - I, oy hearsay or by sight, that hath encountered a doom so dreadful as this man's; who, though he had wronged none by force or fraud, but lived at peace with his fellow-men, was left to perish thus cruelly. Verily I marvel how, as he listened in his solitude...
Page 227 - Lycian fount, I am leaving you — leaving you at last — I, who had never attained to such a hope! Farewell, thou sea-girt Lemnos; and speed me with fair course, for my contentment, to that haven whither I am borne by mighty fate, and by the counsel of friends, and by the all-subduing god who hath brought these things to fulfilment.
Page 123 - Ph. 1Ъа1 they may come to us with power to save and soothe. Ah me! ah me! Ne. What ails thee? Speak — persist not in this silence: 'tis plain that something is amiss with thee. Ph. I am lost, my son — I can never hide my trouble from you: ah, it pierces me, it pierces! О misery, О wretched that I am! I am undone, my son — it devours me. Oh, for the gods...
Page 51 - O wretched indeed that I am, O abhorred of heaven, that no word of this my plight should have won its way to my home, or to any home of Greeks! No, the men who wickedly cast me out keep their secret and laugh, while my plague still rejoices in its strength, and grows to more!
Page 125 - Quick, quick, my son ! Ne. And what new thing hath come on thee so suddenly, that thou bewailest thyself with such loud laments? Ph. Thou knowest, my son. Ne. What is it ? Ph. Thou knowest, boy. Ne. What is the matter with thee? I know not. Ph. How canst thou help knowing? Oh, oh! Ne. Dread, indeed, is the burden of the malady. Ph. Aye, dread beyond telling. Oh, pity me! Ne. What shall I do? Ph. Forsake me not in fear. This visitant comes but now and then— when she hath been sated, haply, with...
Page 171 - This youth is our commander; whatsoever he saith to thee, that answer is ours also. Ne, (to CHORUS) I shall be told by my chief that I am too soft-hearted; yet tarry ye here, if yon man will have it so, until the sailors have made all ready on board, and we have offered our prayers to the gods. Meanwhile, perhaps, he may come to a better mind concerning us. So we two will be going: and ye, when we call you, are to set forth with speed. Exeunt ODYSSEUS and NEOPTOLEMUS.
Page 85 - О consent, by the great Zeus of suppliants, my son — be persuaded! I supplicate thee on my knees, infirm as I am, poor wretch, and maimed! Nay, leave me not thus desolate, far from the steps of men! Nay, bring me safely to thine own home, or to Euboea, Chalcodon's seat; and thence it will be no long journey for me to Oeta, and the...

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