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Rhymes A La Mode - The Spinet Rhymes A La Mode - The Spinet

Rhymes A La Mode - The Spinet
The SpinetMy heart an old Spinet with stringsTo laughter chiefly turned, but someThat Fate has practised hard on, dumb,They answer not whoever sings.The ghosts of half-forgotten thingsWill touch the keys with fingers numb,The little mocking spirits comeAnd thrill it with their fairy wings.A jingling harmony it makesMy heart, my lyre, my old Spinet,And now a memory it wakes,And now the music means "forget,"And little heed the player takesHowe'er the thoughtful critic fret. NOTESThe Fortunate Islands.This piece is a rhymed loose version of a passage in the Vera Historia of Lucian. The humorist was unable to resist the temptation to introduce passages of... Poems - Post by : dimitri_woo2 - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1939

Rhymes A La Mode - The Coming of Isis Rhymes A La Mode - The Coming of Isis

Rhymes A La Mode - The Coming of Isis
The Coming of IsisSo Lucius prayed, and sudden, from afar,Floated the locks of Isis, shone the brightCrown that is tressed with berry, snake, and star;She came in deep blue raiment of the night,Above her robes that now were snowy white,Now golden as the moons of harvest are,Now red, now flecked with many a cloudy bay,Now stained with all the lustre of the light.Then he who saw her knew her, and he knewThe awful symbols borne in either hand;The golden urn that laves Demeter's dew,The handles wreathed with asps, the mystic wand;The shaken seistron's music, tinkling throughThe temples of that old Osirian... Poems - Post by : eweno - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 2412

Rhymes A La Mode - Invocation of Isis Rhymes A La Mode - Invocation of Isis

Rhymes A La Mode - Invocation of Isis
Invocation of Isis(Apuleius, Metamorph. XI.) Thou that art sandalled on immortal feetWith leaves of palm, the prize of Victory;Thou that art crowned with snakes and blossoms sweet,Queen of the silver dews and shadowy sky,I pray thee by all names men name thee by!Demeter, come, and leave the yellow wheat!Or Aphrodite, let thy lovers sigh!Or Dian, from thine Asian temple fleet!Or, yet more dread, divine PersephoneFrom worlds of wailing spectres, ah, draw near;Approach, Selene, from thy subject sea;Come, Artemis, and this night spare the deer:By all thy names and rites I summon thee;By all thy rites and names, Our Lady, hear!... Poems - Post by : Deafbiz - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 2979

Rhymes A La Mode - The Cannibal Zeus Rhymes A La Mode - The Cannibal Zeus

Rhymes A La Mode - The Cannibal Zeus
The Cannibal ZeusA.D. 160(Greek text)--Paus. viii. 38None elder city doth the Sun beholdThan ancient Lycosura; 'twas begunEre Zeus the meat of mortals learned to shun,And here hath he a grove whose haunted foldThe driven deer seek and huntsmen dread: 'tis toldThat whoso fares within that forest dunThenceforth shall cast no shadow in the Sun,Ay, and within the year his life is cold!Hard by dwelt he {13} who, while the Gods deigned eatAt good men's tables, gave them dreadful meat,A child he slew: --his mountain altar greenHere still hath Zeus, with rites untold of me,Piteous, but as they are let these things... Poems - Post by : Chris1261 - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1974

Rhymes A La Mode - Amaryllis Rhymes A La Mode - Amaryllis

Rhymes A La Mode - Amaryllis
Amaryllis(Theocritus, Idyll, iii.)Fair Amaryllis, wilt thou never peepFrom forth the cave, and call me, and be mine?Lo, apples ten I bear thee from the steep,These didst thou long for, and all these are thine.Ah, would I were a honey-bee to sweepThrough ivy, and the bracken, and woodbine;To watch thee waken, Love, and watch thee sleep,Within thy grot below the shadowy pine.Now know I Love, a cruel god is he,The wild beast bare him in the wild wood drear;And truly to the bone he burneth me.But, black-browed Amaryllis, ne'er a tear,Nor sigh, nor blush, nor aught have I from thee;Nay, nor a... Poems - Post by : swank - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 2033

Rhymes A La Mode - Criticism of Life Rhymes A La Mode - Criticism of Life

Rhymes A La Mode - Criticism of Life
Criticism of Life(Hippol, Eurip .P., 252-266.)Long life hath taught me many things, and shownThat lukewarm loves for men who die are best,Weak wine of liking let them mix alone,Not Love, that stings the soul within the breast;Happy, who wears his love-bonds lightliest,Now cherished, now away at random thrown!Grievous it is for other's grief to moan,Hard that my soul for thine should lose her rest!Wise ruling this of life: but yet againPerchance too rigid diet is not well;He lives not best who dreads the coming painAnd shunneth each delight desirable:FLEE THOU EXTREMES, this word alone is plain,Of all that God hath given... Poems - Post by : Ingemar - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1848

Rhymes A La Mode - To Artemis Rhymes A La Mode - To Artemis

Rhymes A La Mode - To Artemis
To Artemis(Hippol., Eurip., 73-87.)For thee soft crowns in thine untrampled meadI wove, my lady, and to thee I bear;Thither no shepherd drives his flocks to feed,Nor scythe of steel has ever laboured there;Nay, through the spring among the blossoms fairThe brown bee comes and goes, and with good heedThy maiden, Reverence, sweet streams doth leadAbout the grassy close that is her care!Souls only that are gracious and sereneBy gift of God, in human lore unread,May pluck these holy blooms and grasses greenThat now I wreathe for thine immortal head,I that may walk with thee, thyself unseen,And by thy whispered voice am... Poems - Post by : cyril - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1790

Rhymes A La Mode - The Taming of Tyro Rhymes A La Mode - The Taming of Tyro

Rhymes A La Mode - The Taming of Tyro
The Taming of Tyro(Soph., Fr., 587.)(Sidero, the stepmother of Tyro, daughter of Salmoneus, cruelly entreated her in all things, and chiefly in this, that she let sheer her beautiful hair.)At fierce Sidero's word the thralls drew near,And shore the locks of Tyro,--like ripe cornThey fell in golden harvest,--but forlornThe maiden shuddered in her pain and fear,Like some wild mare that cruel grooms in scornHunt in the meadows, and her mane they sheer,And drive her where, within the waters clear,She spies her shadow, and her shame doth mourn.Ah! hard were he and pitiless of heartWho marking that wild thing made weak and... Poems - Post by : Focusedmindz - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 3164

Rhymes A La Mode - The Passing of Oedipous Rhymes A La Mode - The Passing of Oedipous

Rhymes A La Mode - The Passing of Oedipous
The Passing of Oedipous(OEd. Col., 1655-1666.)How OEdipous departed, who may tellSave Theseus only? for there neither cameThe burning bolt of thunder, and the flameTo blast him into nothing, nor the swellOf sea-tide spurred by tempest on him fell.But some diviner herald none may nameCalled him, or inmost Earth's abyss becameThe painless place where such a soul might dwell.Howe'er it chanced, untouched of malady,Unharmed by fear, unfollowed by lament,With comfort on the twilight way he went,Passing, if ever man did, wondrously;From this world's death to life divinely rent,Unschooled in Time's last lesson, how we die.... Poems - Post by : Duane - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 3290

Rhymes A La Mode - Colonus Rhymes A La Mode - Colonus

Rhymes A La Mode - Colonus
Colonus(OEd. Col., 667-705.)I.Here be the fairest homes the land can show,The silvery-cliffed Colonus; always hereThe nightingale doth haunt and singeth clear,For well the deep green gardens doth she know.Groves of the God winds may never blow,Nor men may tread, nor noontide sun may peerAmong the myriad-berried ivy dear,Where Dionysus wanders to and fro.For here he loves to dwell, and here resortThese Nymphs that are his nurses and his court,And golden eyed beneath the dewy boughsThe crocus burns, and the narcissus fairClusters his blooms to crown thy clustered hair,Demeter, and to wreathe the Maiden's brows!II.Yea, here the dew of Heaven upon... Poems - Post by : astraler - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1177

Rhymes A La Mode - Nysa Rhymes A La Mode - Nysa

Rhymes A La Mode - Nysa
Nysa(Soph., Fr., 235; AEsch., Fr., 56.) On these Nysaean shores divineThe clusters ripen in a day.At dawn the blossom shreds away;The berried grapes are green and fineAnd full by noon; in day's declineThey're purple with a bloom of grey,And e'er the twilight plucked are they,And crushed, by nightfall, into wine.But through the night with torch in handDown the dusk hills the Maenads fare;The bull-voiced mummers roar and blare,The muffled timbrels swell and sound,And drown the clamour of the bandLike thunder moaning underground.... Poems - Post by : kdjones - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 2746

Rhymes A La Mode - Death Rhymes A La Mode - Death

Rhymes A La Mode - Death
Death(AEsch., Fr., 156.)Of all Gods Death aloneDisdaineth sacrifice:No man hath found or shownThe gift that Death would prize.In vain are songs or sighs,Paaen, or praise, or moan,Alone beneath the skiesHath Death no altar-stone!There is no head so dearThat men would grudge to Death;Let Death but ask, we giveAll gifts that we may live;But though Death dwells so near,We know not what he saith.... Poems - Post by : emmettdabru - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 3527

Rhymes A La Mode - The Isles of the Blessed Rhymes A La Mode - The Isles of the Blessed

Rhymes A La Mode - The Isles of the Blessed
The Isles of the Blessed(Pindar, Fr., 106, 107 (95): B. 4, 129-130, 109 (97): B. 4, 132) Now the light of the sun, in the night of the Earth, on the souls of the TrueShines, and their city is girt with the meadow where reigneth the rose;And deep is the shade of the woods, and the wind that flits o'er them and throughSings of the sea, and is sweet from the isles where the frankincense blows:Green is their garden and orchard, with rare fruits golden it glows,And the souls of the Blessed are glad in the pleasures on Earth that they knew,And... Poems - Post by : deltadawnw - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 2737

Rhymes A La Mode - Helen On the Walls Rhymes A La Mode - Helen On the Walls

Rhymes A La Mode - Helen On the Walls
Helen On the Walls(Iliad, iii. 146.) Fair Helen to the Scaean portals came,Where sat the elders, peers of Priamus,Thymoetas, Hiketaon, Panthous,And many another of a noble name,Famed warriors, now in council more of fame.Always above the gates, in converse thusThey chattered like cicalas garrulous;Who marking Helen, swore "it is no shameThat armed Achaean knights, and Ilian menFor such a woman's sake should suffer long.Fair as a deathless goddess seemeth she.Nay, but aboard the red-prowed ships againHome let her pass in peace, not working wrongTo us, and children's children yet to be."... Poems - Post by : sharyn - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1894

Rhymes A La Mode - Cameos - Sonnets from the Antique Rhymes A La Mode - Cameos - Sonnets from the Antique

Rhymes A La Mode - Cameos - Sonnets from the Antique
Cameos - Sonnets from the AntiqueThese versions from classical passages are pretty close to the original, except where compression was needed, as in the sonnets from Pausanias and Apuleius, or where, as in the case of fragments of AEschylus and Sophocles, a little expansion was required. CAMEOS The graver by Apollo's shrine,Before the Gods had fled, would stand,A shell or onyx in his hand,To copy there the face divine,Till earnest touches, line by line,Had wrought the wonder of the landWithin a beryl's golden band,Or on some fiery opal fine.Ah! would that as some ancient ringTo us, on shell or stone, doth bring,Art's marvels... Poems - Post by : 54085 - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 724

Rhymes A La Mode - Ballade of the Primitive Jest Rhymes A La Mode - Ballade of the Primitive Jest

Rhymes A La Mode - Ballade of the Primitive Jest
Ballade of the Primitive Jest"What did the dark-haired Iberian laugh at before the tall blondeAryan drove him into the corners of Europe?"--Brander Matthews.I am an ancient Jest!Palaeolithic manIn his arboreal nestThe sparks of fun would fan;My outline did he plan,And laughed like one possessed,'Twas thus my course began,I am a Merry Jest!I am an early Jest!Man delved, and built, and span;Then wandered South and WestThe peoples Aryan,I journeyed in their van;The Semites, too, confessed, -From Beersheba to Dan, -I am a Merry Jest!I am an ancient Jest,Through all the human clan,Red, black, white, free, oppressed,Hilarious I ran!I'm found in Lucian,In Poggio,... Poems - Post by : hykit - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1092

Rhymes A La Mode - Man and the Ascidian - A Morality Rhymes A La Mode - Man and the Ascidian - A Morality

Rhymes A La Mode - Man and the Ascidian - A Morality
Man and the Ascidian - A Morality"The Ancestor remote of Man,"Says Darwin, "is th' Ascidian,"A scanty sort of water-beastThat, ninety million years at leastBefore Gorillas came to be,Went swimming up and down the sea.Their ancestors the pious praise,And like to imitate their ways;How, then, does our first parent live,What lesson has his life to give?Th' Ascidian tadpole, young and gay,Doth Life with one bright eye survey,His consciousness has easy play.He's sensitive to grief and pain,Has tail, and spine, and bears a brain,And everything that fits the stateOf creatures we call vertebrate.But age comes on; with sudden shockHe sticks his head against... Poems - Post by : henkjansen - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 725

Rhymes A La Mode - The Barbarous Bird-gods - A Savage Parabasis Rhymes A La Mode - The Barbarous Bird-gods - A Savage Parabasis

Rhymes A La Mode - The Barbarous Bird-gods - A Savage Parabasis
The Barbarous Bird-gods - A Savage ParabasisIn the Aves of Aristophanes, the Bird Chorus declare that they areolder than the Gods, and greater benefactors of men. This idearecurs in almost all savage mythologies, and I have made thesavage Bird-gods state their own case.The Birds sing:We would have you to wit, that on eggs though we sit, and arespiked on the spit, and are baked in the pan,Birds are older by far than your ancestors are, and made love andmade war ere the making of Man!For when all things were dark, not a glimmer nor spark, and theworld like a barque without... Poems - Post by : jackass - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 3180

Rhymes A La Mode - Rondeaux of the Galleries Rhymes A La Mode - Rondeaux of the Galleries

Rhymes A La Mode - Rondeaux of the Galleries
Rondeaux of the GalleriesCamelotIn Camelot how grey and greenThe Damsels dwell, how sad their teen,In Camelot how green and greyThe melancholy poplars sway.I wis I wot not what they meanOr wherefore, passionate and lean,The maidens mope their loves between,Not seeming to have much to say,In Camelot.Yet there hath armour goodly sheenThe blossoms in the apple treen,(To spell the Camelotian way)Show fragrant through the doubtful day,And Master's work is often seenIn Camelot!PhilistiaPhilistia! Maids in muslin whiteWith flannelled oarsmen oft delightTo drift upon thy streams, and floatIn Salter's most luxurious boat;In buff and boots the cheery knightReturns (quite safe) from Naseby fight;Thy humblest... Poems - Post by : David_Smyth - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1704

Rhymes A La Mode - The Palace O Bric-a-brac Rhymes A La Mode - The Palace O Bric-a-brac

Rhymes A La Mode - The Palace O Bric-a-brac
The Palace O Bric-a-bracHere old Nankin glitters,Here men's tumult seemsAs faint as feeble twittersOf sparrows heard in dreams,We watch Limoges enamel,An old chased silver camel,A shawl, the gift of Schamyl,And manuscripts in reams.Here the hawthorn patternOn flawless cup and plateNeed fear no housemaid slattern,Fell minister of fate,'Mid webs divinely woven,And helms and hauberks cloven,On music of BeethovenWe dream and meditate.We know not, and we need notTo know how mortals fare,Of Bills that pass, or speed not,Time finds us unaware,Yea, creeds and codes may crumble,And Dilke and Gladstone stumble,And eat the pie that's humble,We neither know nor care!Can kings... Poems - Post by : anonym2006 - Date : February 2012 - Author : Andrew Lang - Read : 1561