The Two Arcadias; Plays and Poems

The Two Arcadias; Plays and Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ...lover. Turn again, despise not To seek the all-enfolding arms of Time, The changing face of Time, and many morrows. Th. They bring no children to my wife and me. He was our young-eyed Future, golden Morrow. Without him, Life's the jaded end of day; Hope's empty chamber, bare in the common light Of dusty afternoon. Some men endure To creep in weary patience toward the dark; Long dead before they die. Some, hopeful, seek And find new radiance in their even-time; Some jump the hueless hours, and thus would I. CI. Thestalus--Th. Call me not thus; O call me rather Sorrow! CI. Not thine that pass-word to the lonely sphere Of the Suffering God! One name thou hast, of right Inalienate, that name the Powers breathe Into the sails of every human soul They launch upon the shoreless Sea of Life. O perilous sea! O frail, dream-laden craft! I'll call thee by the name each human soul Greets for her own: addition always true, The changeless mortal name, Unhappy. O man! Life, death, and suffering build a brazen Ring Impenetrable, closing in our world! So small a Ring that not the least of souls Slips its confine; again so great a Ring It girdles all things save eternity. Th. Is there no cure? Shall all be racked as I? Cleon, thou spakest of a Suffering God: Might he not tread my burning grief beneath His cool and pitying feet? CI. I cannot tell. The way to Him lies o'er the land of Sorrow. The endless, empty waste, where every wind Whispers "alone--alone." I have been there; And often thought to end an aching life With mine own violent hand, yet ever heard A voice of unknown purport, source unknown, Deep in my heart, a quiet voice, "Forbear; Vex not the suffering God " At last I knew, Dimly, a sad, upholding Presence, whose gaze...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236864980
  • 9781236864987