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The Complete Plays of Sophocles

The Complete Plays of Sophocles is a comprehensive compilation of the works of Sophocles, one of the three great tragedians of ancient Athens. It features his most renowned plays, including 'Oedipus Rex,' 'Antigone,' and 'Trachinian Women,' showcasing his mastery of the tragic genre and his contribution to the development of Greek drama. more

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Sophocles

Sophocles, born in 498 BC and died in 406 BC, was a renowned Greek tragic playwright. He is one of the three greatest tragic poets of ancient Greece, alongside Aeschylus and Euripides. Sophocles' works profoundly revealed the complexity of human nature and social contradictions, exerting a profound influence on subsequent drama. more

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