Bells and Pomegranates; First Series

Bells and Pomegranates; First Series

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... made favours of, nor dare object Such slackness to my worshippers who turn Elsewhere the trusting heart and loaded hand, As they had climbed Olumpos to report Of Artemis and nowhere found her throne--I interposed: and, this eventful night, While round the funeral pyre the populace Stand with fierce light on their black robes that blind Each sobbing head, while yet their hair they clip O'er the dead body of their withered prince, And, in his palace, Theseus prostrated On the cold hearth, his brow cold as the slab 'Tis bruised on, groans away the heavy grief--As the pyre fell, and down the cross logs crashed, Sending a crowd of sparkles thro' the night, And the gay fire, elate with mastery, Towered like a serpent o'er the clotted jars Of wine, dissolving oils and frankincense, And splendid gums like gold, --my potency Conveyed the perished man to my retreat In the thrice venerable forest here. And this white-bearded Sage who squeezes now The berried plant is Phoibos' son of fame, Asclepios, whom my radiant brother taught The doctrine of each herb and flower and root, To know their secret'st virtue and express The saving soul of all--who so has soothed With lavers the torn brow and murdered cheeks, Composed the hair and brought its gloss again, And called the red bloom to the pale skin back, And laid the strips and jagged ends of flesh Even once more, and slacked the sinew's knot Of every tortured limb--that now he lies As if mere sleep possessed him underneath These interwoven oaks and pines. Oh, cheer, Divine presenter of the healing rod Thy snake, with ardent throat and lulling eye, Twines his lithe spires around! I say, much cheer! Proceed thou with thy wisest pharmacies! And ye, white crowd of woodland sister-nymphs, Ply, as the Sage directs, more

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  • Paperback | 82 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 163g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236609921
  • 9781236609922