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Boydstun Posted September 22, 2024 Author Report Share Posted September 22, 2024 Quote As steals the morn upon the night And melts the shades away: So Truth does Fancy's charm dissolve And rising Reason puts to flight The fumes that did the mind involve Restoring intellectual day. —The Tempest Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reidy Posted September 23, 2024 Report Share Posted September 23, 2024 (edited) Sophocles expresses a similar sentiment in Antigone (Jebb translation): strophe 1 Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man; the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy south-wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him; and Earth, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied, doth he wear, turning the soil with the offspring of horses, as the ploughs go to and fro from year to year. antistrophe 1 And the light-hearted race of birds, and the tribes of savage beasts, and the sea-brood of the deep, he snares in the meshes of his woven toils, he leads captive, man excellent in wit. And he masters by his arts the beast whose lair is in the wilds, who roams the hills; he tames the horse of shaggy mane, he puts the yoke upon its neck, he tames the tireless mountain bull. strophe 2 And speech, and wind-swift thought, and all the moods that mould a state, hath he taught himself; and how to flee the arrows of the frost, when 'tis hard lodging under the clear sky, and the arrows of the rushing rain; yea, he hath resource for all; without resource he meets nothing that must come: only against Death shall he call for aid in vain; but from baffling maladies he hath devised escapes. antistrophe 2 Cunning beyond fancy's dream is the fertile skill which brings him, now to evil, now to good. When he honours the laws of the land, and that justice which he hath sworn by the gods to uphold, proudly stands his city: no city hath he who, for his rashness, dwells with sin. Never may he share my hearth, never think my thoughts, who doth these things! Carl Orff, best known for Carmina Burana, turned the play into an opera. This chorus starts at 36:10. German text; search on zweiter akt Edited September 23, 2024 by Reidy Boydstun 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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