The Tragedies of Sophocles, 2. kötetD.A. Talboys, 1823 |
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4. oldal
... longer to peer within this his gate , but to declare for what . cause thou hast bestowed this anxious toil , that thou mayest learn of me that know . ULYSSES . d O voice of Minerva , my best - beloved of Deities , how surely do I hear ...
... longer to peer within this his gate , but to declare for what . cause thou hast bestowed this anxious toil , that thou mayest learn of me that know . ULYSSES . d O voice of Minerva , my best - beloved of Deities , how surely do I hear ...
13. oldal
Sophocles. abandoned race , do not , do not , my king , any longer thus , keeping thine eye fixed within thy tent on the shore , receive the ill report . But rise from the seat , where long since thou art rooted in the slow torture of ...
Sophocles. abandoned race , do not , do not , my king , any longer thus , keeping thine eye fixed within thy tent on the shore , receive the ill report . But rise from the seat , where long since thou art rooted in the slow torture of ...
15. oldal
... longer . For having rushed forth as the impetuous south wind without the flashing lightning , he is calm . And now , being sensible , he feels a fresh sorrow . For to look on sufferings all one's own , none other faring alike , suggests ...
... longer . For having rushed forth as the impetuous south wind without the flashing lightning , he is calm . And now , being sensible , he feels a fresh sorrow . For to look on sufferings all one's own , none other faring alike , suggests ...
16. oldal
... longer burning , having taken his two - edged sword , was eagerly seeking to prowl through the deserted passes . So I chide him , and say , " What dost thou , Ajax ? Why unbidden , nor sum- moned by messengers , hurriest thou to this ...
... longer burning , having taken his two - edged sword , was eagerly seeking to prowl through the deserted passes . So I chide him , and say , " What dost thou , Ajax ? Why unbidden , nor sum- moned by messengers , hurriest thou to this ...
21. oldal
... longer am I worthy to look on the race of Gods or mortals for any profit to mankind . No , the warrior Goddess , daughter of Jove , disgracefully persecutes me to destruction . Whither , then , can one fly ? Whither shall I go , and ...
... longer am I worthy to look on the race of Gods or mortals for any profit to mankind . No , the warrior Goddess , daughter of Jove , disgracefully persecutes me to destruction . Whither , then , can one fly ? Whither shall I go , and ...
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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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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!