The epic of Hades, in 3 books. By the author of 'Songs of two worlds'.1880 |
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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 Artemis awhile beauty blest blood breath careless cloud cold comes dark dawn dear death deep depths divine dreadful dream earth evermore eyes face fade fair Fate fear fierce fire fleeth flowers flute gaze ghosts gleam goddess gods golden grew grown Hades happy happy days hate heart heaven Hell hills Hippolytus innocent irony of Fate kiss knew Life's limbs lips lives looked Lord Love's lyre maid mortal mother Muses Nereid night o'er once pain passion Pelops pines pity Poseidon Queen robe rose round scarce seemed shade shrine sire smile soft song soul sound spake spring stood strain stream strong suffering sweet swift swift ship Tartarus thee Thessaly thirst thou thought thro throng toil Trachis turned twas virgin voice weary white peak white souls woman words wrong young young god youth Zeus
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Página 72 - 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 227 - 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 159 - By sweeter sorrow, — for a while I stayed Life's ebbing tide, and raised my cold, white lips, With a faint smile, to hers. Then, with a kiss — One long last kiss, we mingled, and I knew No more. But even in death, so strong is Love, I could not wholly die ; and year by year, When the flowered Spring returns, and the earth lives, Love opens these dread gates, and calls me forth Across the gulf.
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 214 - There is a Height higher than mortal thought ; There is a Love warmer than mortal love ; There is a Life which, taking not its hues From Earth or earthly things, grows white and pure And higher than the petty cares of men, And is a blessed life and glorified.
Página 102 - I grant you, fairer than a summer morn, Fair with a woman's fairness, yet in arms A hero, but he never had my heart, Not love for him allured me, but the thirst For freedom, if in more than thought I erred, And was not rapt but willing. For my child Born to an unloved father, loved me not, The fresh sea called, the galleys plunged, and I Fled willing from my prison and the pain Of undesired caresses, and the wind Was fair, and on the third day as we sailed, My heart was glad within me when I saw...
Página 67 - 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 71 - 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 90 - With voice and horn the chase — this brought to me Fear of I knew not what, which bade me fly, Fly always, fly ; but when my heart stood still, And all my limbs were stiffened as I fled, Just as the white moon ghost-like climbed the sky, Nearer they came and nearer, baying loud, With bloodshot eyes and red jaws dripping foam ; And when I strove to check their savagery, Speaking with words ; no voice articulate came, Only a dumb, low bleat. Then all the throng Leapt swift on me, and tare me as I...
Página 224 - 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...