...Сноигя. Strop he. Look ! look ! who was he ? where abides ho now? Or whither from the spot hath fled, Restless, most restless of mankind? Dost thou behold...foot Had never trod the grove Of those unconquered Virgin Powers, Whose name we tremble but to breathe, Whose mystic shrine we pass With far-averted eye,...

...ANTIGONE. CHOHUS. Strophe. Look! look! whb was he? where abides he now? Or whither from the spot hath fled, Restless, most restless of mankind ? Dost thou behold...Who — who is this sad aged wanderer? Doubtless of foreigu land, or his rash foot Had never trod the grove Of those unconquered Virgin Powers, Whose name...

...grove Of those unconquered Virgin Powers, Whose name we tremble but to breathe, Whose mystic shriue we pass With far-averted eye, And pondering, silent and devout On happier omens there. But rumour tells that one hath now arrived, Revering not the laws, Whom I have sought with keen observant...

...thickest of the grove ; and they, as they search for him, sing with trembling voice : Who, who i» this sad, aged wanderer ? Doubtless of foreign land,...foot Had never trod the grove Of those unconquered virgin Powers,i Whose name we tremble but to breathe, Whose mystic shrine we pass With far-averted...

...of the grove ; and they, as they search for him, sing with trembling voice : Who, who is this gad, aged wanderer ? Doubtless of foreign land, or his...foot Had never trod the grove Of those unconquered virgin Powers,1 Whose name we tremble but to breathe, Whose mystic shrine we pass With far-averted...

...himself in the thickest of the grove ; and they, as they search for him, sing with trembling voice : Who, who is this sad, aged wanderer ? Doubtless of...foot Had never trod the grove Of those unconquered virgin Powers,1 Whose name we tremble but to breathe, Whose mystic shrine we pass With far-averted...

...the thickest of the grove ; and they, as they search for him, sing with trembling voice (117-134) : " Who, who is this sad, aged wanderer ? Doubtless of foreign land, or his rash foot Haft never trod the grove Of those unconquered virgin powers,1 Whose name we tremble but to breathe,...

...they search for him, sing with trembling voice (117-134) : " Who, who is this sad, aged wanderer f Doubtless of foreign land, or his rash foot Had never trod the grove Of those unconquered virgin powers,1 Whose name we tremble but to breathe, Whose mystic shrine we pass With far-averted...