Atalanta in Calydon: A TragedyChatto & Windus, 1899 - 98 sidor |
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ALTHEA Amphiaraus Arcadian Artemis ATALANTA ATALANTA IN CALYDON blood blown born bosom brand breast breath burn Calydon CENEUS CHORUS cleave Colchis Crown 8vo dawn dead death desire divide dreams earth endured Enipeus Euenus Eurythemis Eurytion evil eyelids face fair fate fear feed feet fill fire flame flower foam fruit goddess gods grief hair hast thou hath hear heaven holy holy habit honour hounds Iasius king laugh Lest light limbs lips live maid maid in heaven maiden man's MELEAGER men Gods men's mother mouth night pity PLEXIPPUS praise queen raiment sake SECOND MESSENGER SEMICHORUS slain slay sleep smite smitten snow soul spears spring streams strong sundering sweet swift sword Symplegades tears Tegea thee Thestius thine eyes thine hand thine heart things thou art Thou hast thunder TOXEUS weep Wilt thou wind wind winnow wise words Zeus γὰρ καὶ τε
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Sida 16 - ... thought, A time to serve and to sin ; They gave him light in his ways, And love, and a space for delight, And beauty and length of days, And night, and sleep in the night. His speech is a burning fire ; With his lips he travaileth ; In his heart is a blind desire, In his eyes foreknowledge of death ; He weaves, and is clothed with derision; Sows, and he shall not reap ; His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
Sida 5 - Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot, The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes From leaf to flower and flower to fruit ; And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire, And the oat is heard above the lyre, And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root. And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night, Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid, Follows with dancing and fills with delight The Maenad and the Bassarid ; And soft as lips that laugh and hide The laughing leaves of the...
Sida 4 - Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers, Maiden most perfect, lady of light, With a noise of winds and many rivers, With a clamour of waters, and with might; Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet, Over the splendour and speed of thy feet; For the faint east quickens, the wan west shivers, Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night.
Sida 15 - Night, the shadow of light, And life, the shadow of death. And the high gods took in hand Fire, and the falling of tears, And a measure of sliding sand From under the feet of the years; And froth and drift of the sea; And dust of the labouring earth; And bodies of things to be In the houses of death and of birth...
Sida 67 - Yet I would that in clamour of battle mine hands had laid hold upon death. CHORUS Not with cleaving of shields And their clash in thine ear, When the lord of fought fields Breaketh spearshaft from spear, Thou art broken, our lord, thou art broken, with travail and labour and fear.
Sida 27 - The supreme evil, God. Yea, with thine hate, O God, thou hast covered us, One saith, and hidden our eyes away from sight, And made us transitory and hazardous, Light things and slight; Yet have men praised thee, saying, He hath made man thus, And he doeth right. Thou hast kissed us, and hast smitten; thou hast laid Upon us with thy left hand life, and said, Live: and again thou hast said, Yield up your breath, And with thy right hand laid upon us death.
Sida 27 - None hath beheld him, none Seen above other gods and shapes of things, Swift without feet and flying without wings, Intolerable, not clad with death or life, Insatiable, not known of night or day, The lord of love and loathing and of strife...
Sida 29 - But ye, keep ye on earth Your lips from over-speech, Loud words and longing are so little worth; And the end is hard to reach. For silence after grievous things is good, And reverence, and the fear that makes men whole, And shame, and righteous governance of blood, And lordship of the soul.
Sida 70 - Thou shouldst die as he dies For whom none sheddeth tears ; Filling thine eyes And fulfilling thine ears With the brilliance of battle, the bloom and the beauty, the splendor of spears. CHORUS. In the ears of the world It is sung, it is told, And the light thereof hurled And the noise thereof rolled From the Acroceraunian snow to the ford of the fleece of gold.
Sida 29 - For what lies light on many and they forget, Small things and transitory as a wind o' the sea, I forget never; I have seen thee all thine years A man in arms, strong and a joy to men Seeing thine head glitter and thine hand burn its way Through a heavy and iron furrow of sundering spears; But always also a flower of three suns old, The small one thing that lying drew down my life To lie with thee and feed thee; a child and weak, Mine, a delight to no man, sweet to me.