Sappho: A Tragedy, in Five ActsTrübner & Company, 1878 - Počet stran: 132 |
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Æsop Agrigentum Alcæus ALCEUS Anacreon ANACTORIA Apollo arms Athens ATHIS bards beauty beauty's bliss bosom breath brow burning CHARAXUS charms Cleoné CLITUS CLITUS and RHODOPE CONFIO crown dagger damnèd death Dionysia divinity dost thou drama dream earth ERINNA Exeunt Exit eyes feet fire flame fling flowers galley gift Greece Greek hand hast hath heart heaven hell HIGH PRIEST Homer Ibycus Jove king king of Athens King's Stratagem kneeling laurel leap Lesbian Lesbian Muse Lesbian poetess Lesbos Lewis liege light London lyre Milo Minermus Mitylene music of thy myrtle nuptial Olympian Olympus passion Pearl of Poland Petrarch PHALARIS PHAON PISISTRATUS play poem poet's poetic poetry poets Queen of Song RHODOPE rock of Leucaté SAPPHO says SCENE serpent shepherd Sicily slave smiles Solon SOOTH sorrow soul stars Stella Stesichorus sweet Theognis Thespis thine thou dost tragedy twine Tyrant UMPIRE Venus youth
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Strana vii - Then said Saul unto his servants, Seek me a woman that hath a familiar spirit, that I may go to her, and enquire of her. And his servants said to him, Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at Endor.
Strana 54 - O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Strana 107 - Celestial visitant, once more Thy needful presence I implore ! In pity come, and ease my grief, Bring my distemper'd soul relief, Favour thy suppliant's hidden fires, And give me all my heart desires.
Strana 106 - O Venus, beauty of the skies, To whom a thousand temples rise, Gaily false in gentle smiles, Full of love-perplexing wiles: O goddess! from my heart remove The wasting cares and pains of love. If ever thou hast kindly heard A song in soft distress preferred, Propitious to my tuneful vow, O gentle goddess, hear me now.
Strana 50 - VAIN it is for those to weep Who repose in death's last sleep. With Man's life ends all the story Of his wisdom, wit, and glory.
Strana 50 - I sigh, Impending age, and youth that hastens by; Swift as a thought the flowing moments roll, Swift as a racer speeds to reach the goal. How rich, how happy the contented guest, Who leaves the banquet soon, and sinks to rest. Damps chill my brow, my pulses flutt'ring beat, Whene'er the vigorous pride of youth I meet Pleasant, and lovely; hopeful to the view As golden visions, and as transient too : But ah ! no terrors stop, nor vows, nor tears Life's mournful evening, and the gloom of years.
Strana 52 - WHO, but for death, could find repose From life, and life's unnumbered woes ? From ills that mock our art to cure, As hard to fly as to endure ? Whate'er is sweet without alloy, And sheds a more exalted joy, Yon glorious orb that gilds the day, Or, placid moon, thy silver ray, Earth, sea, whate'er we gaze upon, Is thine, O Nature, thine alone ; But gifts, which to ourselves we owe, What are they all, but fear and woe? Chance-pleasure, hardly worth possessing, Ten curses for a single blessing!
Strana 3 - I'll hear no more against our noble Sappho. Who is as chaste as Dian - great as Homer ATHIS As great as Homer! Of poetry she knows no more than I: She writes no better poetry than I; Yet, yesterday, she cut and slashed my poem Until beginning had it none, nor ending. NASIDICA So slashed she mine. UNICA She tore mine into pieces. GONGYLA She struck mine out with one dash of her pen. ANACTORIA A day agone I wrote an ode to Love The which she ground to powder 'twixt her fingers.
Strana 53 - Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile. "'Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And raised such tumults in my breast; For while I gazed, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost.
Strana 2 - ... obedient to my will. GONGYLA Before I came to Sappho's school my thoughts Ran into poetry as naturally As music flows from lark's mellifluent throat; Now with a hesitating step they come, Like curbless coursers to receive the bit. ANACTORIA Song never was and never can be taught. Think'st if Alcaeus had been Homer's pupil He could create a second Iliad?