Tragedies (Drama)
The Philoctetes of Sophocles
_Ul._ Now are we landed on the [1]_Lemnian_ Coast, Encompass’d by the Ocean’s rolling Waves, Where not a Print of human Foot is seen, Nor House, nor Hut; where, _Neoptolemus_, Thou blooming Branch of the renown’d _Achilles_, I left expos’d the [2]_Melian_ Son of _Pæan_. Our Pr...