Sophocles


Sophocles Poems

1. Avenger Of The Dead 9/24/2012
2. Kyprian Queen 9/24/2012
3. Prosperity And Fate 9/24/2012
4. Prosperity Of The Godless 9/24/2012
5. Song Of Philoctetes 9/24/2012
6. The Vine Of Bacchus 9/24/2012
7. Parting Words 9/24/2012
8. Battle Of Two Brothers 9/24/2012
9. Ares The Destroyer 9/24/2012
10. Strange That The Godless Prosper 9/22/2010
11. Wisdom 9/24/2012
12. Wives 9/24/2012
13. Agamemnon's Vengeance 9/24/2012
14. A Fair Eubœan Shore 9/22/2010
15. Prayer For Deliverance From The Pestilence (From 9/22/2010
16. Man 9/24/2012
17. Electra's Song 9/24/2012
18. God's Counsel 9/24/2012
19. Wealth 9/24/2012
20. The Wheel Of God 9/24/2012
21. Undying Love 9/24/2012
22. Antigone In Her Tomb 9/24/2012
23. Disease Of Love 9/24/2012
24. Almighty Love 9/24/2012
25. The Life Of Woman 9/24/2012
26. Ill-Fated Oedipus 9/24/2012
27. Praise Of Colonus (From 9/22/2010
28. The Chariot Race (From 9/22/2010
29. An Awful Purity 9/24/2012
30. Grief 9/24/2012
31. Chorus From Ajax 9/24/2012
32. Return Of The Hero 9/24/2012
33. A Sailor's Life 9/24/2012
34. Power Of Love (From 9/22/2010
35. Old Age And Youth 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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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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