The epic of Hades, in 3 books. By the author of 'Songs of two worlds'.1879 |
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The Epic Of Hades, In 3 Books. By The Author Of 'songs Of Two Worlds' Lewis Morris (Sir ). Sin vista previa disponible - 2019 |
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arms awhile beauty blest blood breath careless cloud cold crag curse dark dawn dear death deep DEIANEIRA depths divine doth dreadful dream earth EROS AND PSYCHE evermore eyes face fair Fate fear fierce fire flowers fruits pressed gaze ghost gleam goddess gods grew grown Hades hands happy hate heard heart heaven hell hills horror hunter pace innocent King kiss knew land limbs lips lives looked Lord Love's lyre mortal mother Nereid night o'er once pain passion Pelops PERSEPHONE pines pity Poseidon Queen robe rock rose round scarce seemed shrine silent flute sire smile soft song soul sound stood storm of passion strain stream strong suffering sweet swift swift ship swift wind thee thirst thou thought thro toil truth unveiled turned twas voice weary White souls woman words wrong young youth Zeus
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Página 74 - Fit music for their thought ; they too are blest, Not pitiable. Not from arrogant • pride Nor over-boldness fail they who have striven To tell what they have heard, with voice too weak For such high message. More it is than ease, Palace and pomp, honours and luxuries, To have seen white Presences upon the hills, To have heard the voices of the Eternal Gods.
Página 221 - For while a youth is lost in soaring thought, And while a maid grows sweet and beautiful, And while a spring-tide coming lights the earth, And while a child, and while a flower is born, And while one wrong cries for redress and finds A soul to answer, still the world is young ! THE END.
Página 182 - Then soared she visibly before my gaze, And the heavens took her, and I knew my eyes Had seen the soul of man, the deathless soul, Defeated, struggling, purified, and blest Then all the choir of happy waiting shades, Heroes and queens, fair maidens and brave youths, Swept by me, rhythmic, slow, as if they trod Some unheard measure, passing where I stood In fair procession, each with a faint smile Upon the lip, signing " Farewell, oh shade ! It shall be well with thee, as 'tis with us, If only thou...
Página 217 - And every budding bosom a new life ; These fair tales, which we know so beautiful, Show only finer than our lives to-day Because their voice was clearer, and they found A sacred bard to sing them. We are pent, Who sing to-day, by all the garnered wealth Of ages of past song. We have no more The world to choose from, who, where'er we turn, Tread through old thoughts and fair. Yet must we sing...
Página 69 - Myself a mortal equalled with the gods. Ah me ! how fair they were ! how fair and dread In face and form, they showed, when now they came Upon the thymy slope, and the young god Lay with his choir around him, beautiful And bold as Youth and Dawn ! There was no cloud Upon the sky, nor any sound at all When I began my strain. No coward fear Of what might come restrained me ; but an awe Of those immortal eyes and ears divine Looking and listening. All the earth seemed full Of ears for me alone — the...
Página 73 - Into the deep, wide sea. I do not blame Phoebus, or Nature which has set this bar Betwixt success and failure, for I know How far high failure overleaps the bound Of low successes. Only suffering draws The inner heart of song and can elicit The perfumes of the soul.
Página 218 - Grows rhythmic ere its close. Nought else there is But that weird beat of Time, which doth disjoin To-day from Hellas. How should any hold Those precious scriptures only oldworld tales Of strange impossible torments and false gods ; Of men and monsters in some brainless dream, Coherent, yet unmeaning, linked together By some false skein of song ? Nay ! evermore, All things and thoughts, both new and old, are writ Upon the unchanging human heart and soul. Has Passion still no prisoners? Pine there...
Página 220 - Death itself can sever ; still the sight Of too great beauty blinds us, and we lose The sense of earthly splendours, gaining heaven. And still the heavens lie open as of old To the entranced gaze, ay, nearer far And brighter than of yore ; and Might is there, And Infinite Purity is there, and high Eternal Wisdom, and the calm clear face Of Duty, and a higher, stronger Love And Light in one, and a new, reverend Name...
Página 58 - From those grim shades a deep voice sounded near, A voice without a form. "There is an end Of all things that thou seest! There is an end Of Wrong and Death and Hell...
Página 74 - Not only those Who hold clear echoes of the voice divine Are honourable — they are blest, indeed, Whate'er the world has held — but those who hear Some fair faint echoes, though the crowd be deaf, And see the white gods...