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O my country, O my own dear home! God grant I may never be an outcast from my city, leading that cruel helpless life, whose every day is misery.

— Euripides Medea (-431)

ὦ πατρίς, ὦ δώματα, μὴ
δῆτ᾿ ἄπολις γενοίμαν
τὸν ἀμηχανίας ἔχουσα δυσπέρατον αἰῶν᾿,
οἰκτρότατον ἀχέων.

Original text (Ancient Greek)

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Notes from Wikiquote

ll. 645–649, Chorus (tr. Coleridge)

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