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14484	Sophocles	The Seven Plays in English Verse			.txt	text/plain	94031	13176	98	how surely didst thou aim thy word! Thou bear'st with thee, and in thy palace hall The limbs of those thy captives, come thou forth! But thou, I charge thee, let thine aid Hath found thee, make thy father's enemies Thou, for 'tis meet, great Father, lend thine aid. And thee, thou travelling Sun-god, I may speak Come, child, take thou thy station close beside: Thou, in thy coming to this Theban land, I tell thee thou art living unawares Know'st not from whence thou art--nay, to thy kin, When it hath caught thee, thou wilt praise my words. My father, thou shalt yield thy life to me. 'Tis sorrow not to know thee who thou art. I tell thee thou this day hast been the death thou wilt tell me that thy pain is come. Shall soothe thee from thy sore, and thou with me	./cache/14484.txt	./txt/14484.txt