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…ce in these ills—will cure them not. “Worst” is the hunter, “ worse” the hound, when “ bad ” Is the stag’s name. MEDEA. We rule Iolchus’ land. CHORUS. Indeed the hunter follows. I despise Lewd conduct in the lowest, and detest Spells hurtful to the head, when ancient hags Brew their bad liquors at the waning moon, Barking their chants of murder. But to rule A land, and wive a king, and breed to him Kings—then such persons are unsuitable. MEDEA. Unless these words were well repented of I might transform ye into—— CHORUS. Stay, great queen! MEDEA…
1904 · PDF PAGE 87
… Sun or planet, moon or star? What nymphs as sweet as ours are dwell By foreign grove and alien well? With every watchman’s cheery cry, “Land ho!” through all the journeying years Our ever-hoping hearts reply, “A land of bliss at last appears.” But what land laps a foreign foam So sweet as is the hero’s home? At every port the novel sights Charm for an hour—delusive bliss. On every shore the false delights Of maidens ply the barbarous kiss. But where did hero think to stay Lulled in their love beyond a day? No shoreland whistles to the wind So …
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ACTUS TERTIUS MEDEA. Guarding your king and queen on every side— CHORUS, We sail triumphant to the land of Greece. MEDEA. A woman’s love, a woman’s power be told Through ages, gainers of the Fleece of Gold. EXPLICIT ACTUS TERTIUS. 19
1904 · PDF PAGE 94
22 ARGONAUTAE JASON, And see! the ship Glides between walls of purple. MEDEA. The green land Cools the tired eyes. CHORUS. The rocks stand sentinel. MEDEA. Let still the song that saved us gladden us. Lift up thy lyre, sweet Orpheus, on the sea. ORPHEUS. Over a sea like stainéd glass At sunset like a chrysopras:— Our smooth-oared vessel over-rides Crimson and green and purple tides. Between the rocky isles we pass, And greener islets gay with grass; Between the over-arching sides Our pinnace glides. Just by the Maenad-haunted hill Songs rise in…
1904 · PDF PAGE 15
ACTUS PRIMUS WOMEN. Welcome, O welcome to the land, Young heir of prophecy! The arméd hand, the glittering brand, The scabbard’s jewellery! That wealth avails not: cast it down! The sword alone may win the crown! JASON. Ye languish wretched in the tyrant’s rule? WOMEN. Most happy are we, King. But change is sweet. JASON. A short-lived omen of success to me. WOMEN. Nay, but adventure and the prophecy! JASON. I see I have but small support in you. WOMEN. Not so, great Jason! Had I suffered much, My spirit had been broken to the scourge. Now, bein…
1904 · PDF PAGE 13
…ends, at last ’tis clear The man was mad indeed! Such nonsense we did never hear As this prophetic screed! More, as ’tis never like this land Should ever see an arméd hand. JASON. Where is the son of Tyro and Poseidon? MEN. Iolchus’ King has here a dwelling-place. WOMEN. See you the sword shake—and the iron hand Not shaking? The man’s mood is full of wrath. MEN. Peace, foolish! Were it so, we would not see. WOMEN. Ay me! this stranger seems most ominous. JASON. Where is the son of Tyro and Poseidon? MEN. This is the Palace-place of Pelias, Son …
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…King. Great Jason, wronged by hate of man, Shall pass the portals of the deep; Shall seek the waters wide and wan; Shall pass within the land of sleep; And there the guardians of the soil Shall rest at last from pain and toil. O ruler of the empyréan, Behold his fervour conquering The fury of the breed Cadmean, The dragons of the Theban king; And arméd men shall spring from earth In vain to ward the gloomy girth! But thou, Athena, didst devise Some end beyond our mortal ken, Thy soul impenetrably wise Shines not to us unthinking men, O guard th…
1904 · PDF PAGE 80
… all space unfolds Into her shapeless breast the spark And sacred phantom of the dark; So in the harbour-horns I stand Till I forget the land. Who sails through all that solemn space Out to the twilight’s secret place, The sleepy waters move below His ship’s imaginary flow. No song, no lute, so lowly chaunts In woods where still Arisbe haunts, Wrapping the wanderer with her tresses Into untold caresses. For none of all the sons of men That hath known Artemis, again Turns to the warmer earth, nor vows His secrets to another spouse. The moon reso…
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… goes on. When shall our gallant vessel breast the deep? When shall we see the sun sink o’er the poop, And look toward moonrise, and the land be lost,