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Alas, countless are the sorrows I bear. [170] A plague is on all our people, and thought can find no weapon for defense. The fruits of the glorious earth do not grow; by no birth of offspring do women surmount the pangs in which they shriek. [175] You can see life after life speed away, like a bird on the wing, swifter than irresistible fire, to the shore of the western god.
Sophocles. The Oedipus Tyrannus of Sophocles. Edited with introduction and notes by Sir Richard Jebb. Sir Richard Jebb. Cambridge. Cambridge University Press. 1887.
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