The Tragedies of Sophocles, 2 tomasD.A. Talboys, 1823 |
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... misery doubled , believe me , lady , is the greater . TEC . Thus we , though not diseased , are now af- flicted . CHO . How hast thou said this ? I know not how thou meanest . TEC . That man , while he was diseased , was himself ...
... misery doubled , believe me , lady , is the greater . TEC . Thus we , though not diseased , are now af- flicted . CHO . How hast thou said this ? I know not how thou meanest . TEC . That man , while he was diseased , was himself ...
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Sophocles. CH , Speak nothing haughty : seest thou not in what misery thou art ? AJ . O Jove , sire of my forefathers , how might I , having destroyed that most smooth - tongued juggler , that hated outcast , and the two sovereign ...
Sophocles. CH , Speak nothing haughty : seest thou not in what misery thou art ? AJ . O Jove , sire of my forefathers , how might I , having destroyed that most smooth - tongued juggler , that hated outcast , and the two sovereign ...
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... misery to y wish a length of life . Since what pleasure hath one day , attaching to another , and procrastinating death ? I would not buy , at any price , that man who warms himself with empty hopes . No ; or nobly to live , or to die ...
... misery to y wish a length of life . Since what pleasure hath one day , attaching to another , and procrastinating death ? I would not buy , at any price , that man who warms himself with empty hopes . No ; or nobly to live , or to die ...
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... misery ! ' twas then alone , by friends unfenced , thou didst shed thy blood : while I , the all - senseless , the all - ignorant , neglected thee . Where , where lies the intractable Ajax of ill - omened name ? m TEC . Mark me , he is ...
... misery ! ' twas then alone , by friends unfenced , thou didst shed thy blood : while I , the all - senseless , the all - ignorant , neglected thee . Where , where lies the intractable Ajax of ill - omened name ? m TEC . Mark me , he is ...
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... misery feed- ing my ravenous malady . Thus have the Atridæ and the great Ulysses , my son , treated me , to whom may the Gods of Heaven one day give themselves to suffer a requital of my wrongs . CHO . Methinks I too , son of Poias ...
... misery feed- ing my ravenous malady . Thus have the Atridæ and the great Ulysses , my son , treated me , to whom may the Gods of Heaven one day give themselves to suffer a requital of my wrongs . CHO . Methinks I too , son of Poias ...
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The Tragedies of Sophocles,– Translated from the Greek; (with a Dissertation ... Sophocles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1766 |
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abode Achilles Ægisthus Agamemnon Ajax ancient Aristophanes arms arrows art thou Atreus Atridæ aught avenger Barby behold bring Brunck Brunck's note Calchas canst thou chariot child Clytemnestra dead death deeds dost thou dreadful Electra Euripides evil foes friends Gods Greeks Hades hand hapless haply hast thou hateful hath hear heard heaven Hercules honour insult Jove knowest Laertes least Lemnos lest live Lobeck longer look mankind Menelaus misery mother murder Musgrave Myrtilus Neoptolemus never nought Orestes pain Pelops perish Philoctetes pity sail sayest thou Scyros shew shouldst sire Sophocles speak stranger sure Tecmessa Telamon Teucer thine thou art thou didst thou hast thou mayest thou shalt thou wilt thou wouldst thy father thyself tongue translates TROILUS AND CRESSIDA Trojan Troy Ulysses unhappy utter voyage wert wherefore whither wilt thou woes words wretched καὶ
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116 psl. - 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...
45 psl. - 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.
21 psl. - 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.
152 psl. - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
32 psl. - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
50 psl. - And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
202 psl. - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
127 psl. - There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
57 psl. - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
28 psl. - 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!