The tragedies of Sophocles, in Engl. prose. The Oxford tr1849 |
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Achilles Ægisthus Æschylus Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antigone art thou Atridæ aught bear behold Brunck child Chorus Clytemnestra Creon curses daughter dead death deed Deianira didst Dindorf dost thou dreadful earth Edipus Electra Euboea Euripides Eurytus evil eyes fate father fear friends gods Greeks hand hast thou hath hear heard heaven Hercules Herm Hermann hither honour Ismene Jocasta Jove king knowest Laïus land least look means misery mortal mother murder Musgrave Neoptolemus never Orestes passage perished Philoctetes Polybus Polynices present quæ sayest thou scholiast Sophocles speak stranger suffer surely Tecmessa tell Teucer Thebes thee Theseus thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself Tiresias tomb translation Troy Ulysses unhappy utter Wherefore wilt thou wish words wretched Wunder δὲ καὶ τῶν
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