Sappho and Phaon: A Tragedy, Set Forth with a Prologue, Induction, Prelude, Interludes, and Epilogue

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Macmillan, 1907 - 225 pages
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Page 53 - ... atque ita mentitur, sic veris falsa remiscet, primo ne medium, medio ne discrepet imum. tu, quid ego et populus mecum desideret, audi: si plausoris eges aulaea manentis et usque sessuri, donee cantor ' vos plaudite ' dicat, aetatis cuiusque notandi sunt tibi mores, mobilibusque decor naturis dandus et annis.
Page 200 - God of the generations, pain, and death, I bow to thee. — Not for love's sake is love's Fierce happiness, but for the after-race. Yet, thou eternal Watcher of the tides, Knowing their passions, tell me ! Why must we Rapturous beings of the spray and storm That, chanting, beat our hearts against thy shores Of aspiration — ebb ? ebb and return Into the songless deep? Are we no more Than foam upon thy garment...
Page 200 - Of aspiration — ebb? ebb and return Into the songless deep? are we no more Than foam upon thy garment? Another wave has broken at your feet And, moaning, -wanes into oblivion. ~But not its radiance. That flashes back Into the morning, and shall flame again Over a myriad waves. That flame am I, Nor thou, Poseidon, shall extinguish me. My spirit is thy changeling, and returns To her, who glows beyond the stars of birth — To her, who is herself time's passion star.
Page 174 - He tarrieth long- away_ Too long- for the fever; yet At last will become to me." (Stooping in the shadow of (he pillar, Thalassa clutches her babe close, and swaying her body with a strange rhythm, suckles the fever-stricken child. From there, as she sings, her voice floats mournfully in the night.) Flutes I and H Voice Harp I Larghetto e doloroso (J =84) imp VP JJ J i Lord of eve-ning', tl7 ^-
Page 140 - SAPPHO For her sake ? No ; not all ; nor to rebuke Alcaeus, all. But there are motives, girl, To guess which thou wouldst tremble, for thou art What thou wert born — a soft bride to be wooed, And 'Hymenaeon !' was thy cradle song ; But I — Listen yonder...
Page 129 - Behold him now — a vessel for us gods, Swelling with Cyprian nectar. O translation ! Yet such a pig was Pittacus, who now Swelleth with love of Sappho. — [Drinking.\ Nay, but we — Before we fell in love, were we not swine Compared to this we are ? [Patting the wine-sack.] I say, for one, The Arcadians crunched acorns and no slander To them ; and as for me...
Page 21 - Occurrunt, animae, quales neque candidiores Terra tulit, neque queis me sit devinctior alter. O qui complexus et gaudia quanta fuerunt ! Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico. Proxima Campano ponti quae villula, tectum 45 Praebuit, et parochi, quae debent, ligna salemqtie.
Page 134 - SAPPHO [After a pause.\ Soon shall the moon on the waters Sleep, and the Pleiades ; midnight Come and the darkness be empty, I in the silence — be waiting. Phaon ! Phaon ! — where must I Seek thee ? Send me thine omen...
Page 205 - Incolumi gravitate jocum tentavit eo, quod Illecebris erat et grata novitate morandus Spectator functusque sacris et potus et exlex.
Page 118 - Pis silent now — that song; but still the silver shores Are drench'd with dews of it ; the olive groves — the air, The ever-rhythmic waters — are in love. Of all I only and the white stars are not amorous. No more the wine of thee, dear child : the truth I drink ! And drinking that, I pass from madness into peace : Peace now, yet should I look once more into her eyes, What then...

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