Sophocles


Sophocles Poems

1. Praise Of Colonus (From 9/22/2010
2. Avenger Of The Dead 9/24/2012
3. Kyprian Queen 9/24/2012
4. Prosperity And Fate 9/24/2012
5. Prosperity Of The Godless 9/24/2012
6. Song Of Philoctetes 9/24/2012
7. The Vine Of Bacchus 9/24/2012
8. Parting Words 9/24/2012
9. Battle Of Two Brothers 9/24/2012
10. Ares The Destroyer 9/24/2012
11. Strange That The Godless Prosper 9/22/2010
12. Wisdom 9/24/2012
13. Wives 9/24/2012
14. Agamemnon's Vengeance 9/24/2012
15. Prayer For Deliverance From The Pestilence (From 9/22/2010
16. A Fair Eubœan Shore 9/22/2010
17. Man 9/24/2012
18. Electra's Song 9/24/2012
19. God's Counsel 9/24/2012
20. Wealth 9/24/2012
21. The Wheel Of God 9/24/2012
22. Undying Love 9/24/2012
23. Antigone In Her Tomb 9/24/2012
24. Disease Of Love 9/24/2012
25. Almighty Love 9/24/2012
26. The Life Of Woman 9/24/2012
27. Ill-Fated Oedipus 9/24/2012
28. Grief 9/24/2012
29. The Chariot Race (From 9/22/2010
30. An Awful Purity 9/24/2012
31. Chorus From Ajax 9/24/2012
32. Return Of The Hero 9/24/2012
33. Power Of Love (From 9/22/2010
34. Old Age And Youth 9/24/2012
35. A Sailor's Life 9/24/2012
36. Long Life Not To Be Desired 9/22/2010
Best Poem of Sophocles

Long Life Not To Be Desired

WHO, loving life, hath sought
To outrun the appointed span,
Shall be arraigned before my thought
For an infatuate man.
Since the added years entail
Much that is bitter; -- joy
Flies out of ken, desire doth fail,
The wished-for moments cloy.
But when the troublous life,
Be it less or more, is past,
With power to end the strife
Comes rescuing Death at last.
Lo! the dark bridegroom waits! No festal choir
Shall grace his destined hour, no dance, no lyre!

Far best were ne'er to be;
But, once he hath seen the day,
Next best by far for each to ...

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Agamemnon's Vengeance

If wisdom fail me not,
As seer misled by doubtful auguries,
And wanting counsel wise,
She comes, true augur with foreshadowing tread,
Vengeance, with hands that bear
The might of righteousness:
She comes, my child, full soon, in hot pursuit:
And through my veins there springs a courage new,
Hearing but now these dreams

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