Sophocles


Sophocles Poems

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