From Oedipus King of Thebes Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes by Sophocles

Tiresias, thou whose mind divineth well All Truth, the spoken and the unspeakable, (Sidenote: vv. 302-321) The things of heaven and them that walk the earth; Our city... thou canst see, for all thy dearth Of outward eyes, what clouds are over her. In which, O gracious Lord, no minister Of help, no champion, can we find at all Save thee. For Phoebus--thou hast heard withal His message--to our envoy hath decreed One only way of help in this great need: To find and smite with death or banishing, Him who smote Laius, our ancient King. Oh, grudge us nothing! Question every cry Of birds, and all roads else of prophecy Thou knowest. Save our city: save thine own Greatness: save me; save all that yet doth groan Under the dead man's wrong! Lo, in thy hand We lay us. And, methinks, no work so grand Hath man yet compassed, as, with all he can Of chance or power, to help his fellow man. TIRESIAS (to himself). Ah me! A fearful thing is knowledge, when to know Helpeth no end. I knew this long ago, But crushed it dead. Else had I never come.

Oedipus Monologue from Oedipus King of Thebes Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes

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