The tragedies of Sophocles, tr. into Engl. verse. By T. Dale

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Pagina 251 - Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them : they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
Pagina 371 - Thus saith the Lord , Hast thou killed , and also taken possession ? And thou shalt speak unto him, saying, Thus saith the Lord, In the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth shall dogs lick thy blood, even thine.
Pagina 213 - Ille dapes laudet mensae brevis, ille salubrem Justitiam legesque et apertis otia portis ; Ille tegat commissa deosque precetur et oret, *» Ut redeat miseris, abeat fortuna superbis.
Pagina 117 - Sepv&v eSpav teal %ev6<rracnv, 90), amid thunderings, lightnings, and earthquakes, as signs from heaven (a-rjAs the company of aged men draw near, who constitute the chorus, Oedipus screens himself in the thickest of the grove ; and they, as they search for him, sing with trembling voice...
Pagina 243 - Concede that name to hers, if from this crime She shall escape unpunished. Though she spring From our own sister, she shall not evade A shameful death. Ant. And welcome! Whence could I Obtain a holier praise than by committing My brother to the tomb ? These, too, I know Would all approve the action, but that fear Curbs their free thoughts to base and servile silence ; But 'tis the noble privilege of tyrants To say and do whate'er their lordly will, Their only law, may prompt. Cr. Of all the Thebans...
Pagina 178 - Who can think one thing, and another tell, My soul detests him as the gates of hell : — siitog that is, I hate him as death, or I hate him mortally.
Pagina 249 - Labdacus! arising from the dead With fresh despair ; nor sires from sons efface The curse some angry power hath rivetted For ever on thy destined line! Once more a cheering radiance seemed to shine O'er the last relic of thy name ;— This, too, the Powers of Darkness claim, Cut off by Hell's keen scythe, combined With haughty words unwise, and frenzy of the mind.
Pagina 81 - I wilt thou not be silent? (Ed. Reprove him not, old man, for thine own words, Far more than his, demand a stern reprover. Herd. I did : — Oh, had that moment been my last! (Ed. This shall be, if thou wilt not speak the truth. Herd. And if I speak it, I am trebly lost. (Ed. This man, it seems, still struggles to elude us. ' Herd. No, I confessed long since I gave the child. (Ed. And whence received ? thine own, or from another ? Herd. No, not mine own ; I from another's hand Bare him. (Ed. And...
Pagina 69 - ... and gone. (Ed. Died he by treason, or the chance of sickness? Cor. Slight ills dismiss the aged to their rest. (Ed. Then by disease, it seems, the monarch died. Cor. And bowed beneath a withering weight of years. (Ed. Ha ! is it thus ? Then, lady, who would heed The Pythian shrine oracular, or birds Clanging in air, by whose vain auspices I was fore-doomed the murderer of my father? In the still silence of the tomb he sleeps. While I am here — the fatal sword untouched, Unless he languished...
Pagina 241 - I perish ere th' allotted term, I deem that death a blessing. Who that lives, Like me, encompassed by unnumbered ills, But would account it blessedness to die ? If then I meet the doom thy laws assign, It nothing grieves me. Had I left my brother, From...

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