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. Wisdom 9/24/2012
9. Wives 9/24/2012
10. Battle Of Two Brothers 9/24/2012
11. Parting Words 9/24/2012
12. Ares The Destroyer 9/24/2012
13. Strange That The Godless Prosper 9/22/2010
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. Electra's Song 9/24/2012
18. God's Counsel 9/24/2012
19. Man 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. Almighty Love 9/24/2012
25. Disease Of Love 9/24/2012
26. The Life Of Woman 9/24/2012
27. The Chariot Race (From 9/22/2010
28. An Awful Purity 9/24/2012
29. Grief 9/24/2012
30. Chorus From Ajax 9/24/2012
31. A Sailor's Life 9/24/2012
32. Old Age And Youth 9/24/2012
33. Return Of The Hero 9/24/2012
34. Ill-Fated Oedipus 9/24/2012
35. Long Life Not To Be Desired 9/22/2010
36. Power Of Love (From 9/22/2010
Best Poem of Sophocles

Power Of Love (From

O LOVE, thou art victor in fight: thou mak'st all things afraid;
Thou couchest thee softly at night on the cheeks of a maid;
Thou passest the bounds of the sea, and the folds of the fields;
To thee the immortal, to thee the ephemeral yields;
Thou maddenest them that possess thee; thou turnest astray
The souls of the just, to oppress them, out of the way;
Thou hast kindled amongst us pride, and the quarrel of kin;
Thou art lord, by the eyes of a bride, and the love-light therein;
Thou sittest assessor with Right; her kingdom is thine,
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Praise Of Colonus (From

STRANGER, thou art standing now
On Colonus' sparry brow;
All the haunts of Attic ground,
Where the matchless coursers bound,
Boast not, through their realms of bliss,
Other spot as fair as this.
Frequent down this greenwood dale,
Mourns the warbling nightingale,
Nestling 'mid the thickest screen

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