Hylethen, and Other PoemsStratford Company, 1919 - 152 pages |
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Agamemnon Alcinoüs ATHENIAN'S VISION Athens beam beauty behold birds breath bright brow call'd charmëd CHICKWIN child of Leto CHORUS Circe comrades Convoy divine doth dream Drink Earth Echoed end of days Eurylochus eyes fair fates flings fond frail fruit gleam glide glory glow golden green hand hath hear heart Hellas Hera Hesperides holy Hylethen Hymen Hymenaeus immortal king land land Of Goshen learn'd light lone lord mirror'd mortal mother Night mystic naiads neath nigh night Nile O. M. AGAM o'er Paean pale peace Peristyle Phaeacian Phoebus Piscator Plato Pleiad pour'd Rose round round dance seem'd Seven sisters shadow shine ship shore show'd sleep slumber solemn song sorrow soul sped star stood sweet swift thee thou thought thrill'd throng tide Touch'd true turn'd Ulysses unto vanish'd voice wanderer waters waves weird Whilst wing wisdom woes words writ Zeus
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Page 110 - Also ye shall not use this forsayd crafty dysporte, for no couetysenes, to the encreasynge and sparynge of your money oonly ; but pryncypally for your solace, and to cause the helthe of your body, and specyally of your soule...
Page 46 - Tyrrhenum : sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi Spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida Aetas : carpe diem, quam minimum...
Page 7 - To whom, full soon, some heaven-sent hand discovers The late-learn'd benison of sacrifice. The woman to the man. Endued more gently; Younger in years, yet surer of their worth; Whose firm maieutic touch beneficently Guides the clogg'd spirit to its fairer birth. Thus, the life-realm through, opposites inwreathing, Then first springs an ensphered and perfect whole, When the sublime succumbs, intense and seething, To the calm beautiful, its antipole. Ay, beautiful and faithful! Not with reasons...
Page 112 - Round him a frivolous, inane, Much-nibbling world will surge in vain. The third sphere is the top: and few, To its high ordinances true, Will for the last probation wait, Which sifts the small fry from the great. There is a finny vagabond, Long-nosed marauder of the pond, Whom nature suffereth to exist, Expressly that he may assist The callow neophyte to rise Through spoon-lore to the Book of Plies.
Page 70 - On ivory throne she made me sit; fill'd high The fragrant wine-cup (which malevolently She had with bane infused); and her dark eye Beam'd with soft fervor, the fell draught commending. But when it (bane-bereft) had pass'd my throat, The sorceress then, the while she forward bending With white arm raised and golden wand me smote, Did by harsh word her bosom's guile discover: '' Hence to the sty! Go join thy wallowing mates!
Page 124 - Lord, thy fostering hand Preserve and guide us, in the land Of Goshen while we dwell. Then shall a stronghold of thy praise Be stablish'd, without end of days, In Goshen when thy children raise The tents of Israel.
Page 33 - Through a childish rhyme, What, when little children, we (Little knowing) thought to see In very deed: a clime, Where nor face nor flower should fade, Nor fount that fed the everglade (Save that of tears) run dry; Nor loved voices fail, between Pale dawn and the opaline Of the sunset sky.— So, lest sombre strains too long Haunt the evening of my song With remember'd spell, Sinking softly to its end: Therefore, yet again, sweet friend, Once again, farewell.
Page 92 - To my first tidings now I send, '' child of Leda, this new word: "not to guide our daughter forth, "toward Euboea's bosomy wing, "unto wave-spent Aulis. "At some future hour will we "spread the nuptial banquet." OM But Achilles, thus baffled,— how, pray, can he fail his heart-swelling anger to visit amain on thee and thy spouse? Here is danger. Declare, what say'st thou? AGAM. The name, not the blame, is Achilles'.
Page 39 - Away, past ibis-haunted fen, On, on, still on, by wind and oar, Stemming the soft, rich waves, that pour Forth from perennial founts unseen Sweet freshness o'er the margents green 'Twixt Araby's purple mountains and Brown hills that bar the Libyan sand: Up, up the immemorial stream.— Now, on its shadowy surface beam Gay colonnade and shimmering wall, The hundred-gated capital,— And at each gate, to battle-rout, Two-hundred chariots sally out,— Thebes, ancient seat of warrior kings.
Page 16 - O! if in other spheres there be A supernal harmony, Breathed to hovering souls, that list Under skies of amethyst, She but aspires now to turn The terrestrial sojourn Into something of the same As with her life earthward came.— Yes, the trembling breath has past: That faint-drawn sigh was the last.— Such release kind Nature brings When the sun-born insect springs To new, bright-wing'd fields of bliss, Fluttering from the chrysalis.