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Rhymes A La Mode - The Isles of the Blessed Post by :deltadawnw Category :Poems Author :Andrew Lang Date :February 2012 Read :2868

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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 True
Shines, 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 through
Sings 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 in chariots these have delight, and in dice and in minstrelsy those,
And the savour of sacrifice clings to the altars and rises anew.

But the Souls that Persephone cleanses from ancient pollution and stain,
These at the end of the age be they prince, be they singer, or seer;
These to the world, shall be born as of old, shall be sages again;
These of their hands shall be hardy, shall live, and shall die, and shall hear
Thanks of the people, and songs of the minstrels that praise them amain,
And their glory shall dwell in the land where they dwelt, while year calls unto year!

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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.

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."