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…them, alone, Only some lute-player grown star Is heard like whispering flowers afar; And some divided, single tune Sobs from the sea and moon. Amid thy mountains shall I rise, O moon, and float about thy skies? Beneath thy waters shall I roam, O sea, and call thy valleys home? Or on Daedalian oarage fare Forth in the interlunar air? Imageless mirror-life! to be Sole between moon and sea. CHORUS. No song can lure us while he sings so well. JASON. But look! I see entrancing woman-forms That beckon—fairy-like and not of earth. So, fitter than the …
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…ses not beneath their tides, And whoso bathes in light of theirs, And water, changes unawares To be no separate soul, but be Himself the moon and sea. Not all the wealth that flowers shed, And sacred streams, on that calm head; Not all the earth’s spell-weaving dream And scent of new-turned earth shall seem Again indeed his mother’s breast To breathe like sleep and give him rest ; He lives or dies in subtler swoon Between the sea and moon. So standing, gliding, undeterred By any her alluring word That calls from older forest glades, My soul for…
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…r’s gloomy mouth Welcomes the stranger to the south, The water shakes, and all the sea Grows silver suddenly. As one who standing on the moon Sees the vast horns in silver hewn, Himself in darkness, and beholds How silently 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 st…
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…palled, Shall the palace high-walled Shake as I leap Over the granite, The marble over, One step to span it, One flight to hover, Like a moon round a planet, A dream round a lover! How shall I come? Shrieking and yelling?
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…et me fall from death to dream, Eternal monotone; Faint eventide of sleep supreme With thee and love alone! A jewelled night of star and moon Shall watch our bridal chamber, Bending the blue rays to the tune Of softly-sliding amber. Dim winds shall whisper echoes of Our slow ecstatic breath, Telling all worlds how sweet is love, How beautiful is death. MEDEA. Sing, Orpheus, this doth madden them the most. Should one man leap—This tune is terrible ! ORPHEUS. I am not moved, although I am a man. So strong a safeguard is cool chastity. MEDEA. But …
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24 ARGONAUTAE Languish, O sea of sleep! Young moon! Dream on above in maiden swoon! None daring to invoke the gales To shake our sea, and swell our sails. Not song, but silence, were a boon— Save for this tune. Round capes grown darker as night falls, We see at last the splendid walls That ridge the bay; the town lies there Lighted (the temple’s hour for prayer) At grave harmonious intervals. The grand voice of some seaman calls, Just as the picture fades, aware How it was fair. JASON. A thousand victories bring us to the shore Whence we set ou…
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…ows. 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. Well for your respite comes this messenger. MESSENGER. Queen and fair mother of great kings unborn, And mighty chosen of the land of Greece, A tidings of deep bliss is bor…
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… presumptuous fool? JASON. I am of force, I say. I wrestled once From sunrise to sunset with Heracles, Great Heracles! Not till the full moon rose Availed his might to lay me prone. Beware! Ye weakling knaves! I am of force, I say. PELIAS. Rebellious youth, the justice of thy cause And force I will admit—where force goes far. But think’st thou wait no wild Erinnyes For thee a guest in these my halls, for thee Whose hands are dipped not yet in blood so deep As to have murdered an old man, and him Thy father’s brother?
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…for the time Preferring love to pomp, and peace to revel. MEDEA. And the soft cushions of the moss-grown trees To royal pillows, and the moon’s young light To gaudy lamps of antique workmanship— JASON. And music of the birds to harps of gold Struck by unwilling fingers for gold coin. MEDEA. Come! lest the curse I call upon this house Eat us up also! May the red plague rot Their bones! I lift my voice and prophesy: The curse shall never leave this house of fear; But one by treachery shall slay another,
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ACTUS QUARTUS 15 In 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 whist…
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ACTUS SECUNDUS ARGUS. True, Theseus—if he had but hit his thumb! CASTOR. Cease this fool’s talk. The moon waits not the work. POLLUX. The sun will sink no later for your pleasure. On to thy work, man. THESEUS, He that traps a lion And baits him for an hour, and lets him go, Does well to think before he tempt again The forest paths. HERACLES. The wise man wisely thinks That nothing is but wisdom—and myself Think strongly that no other thing exists But strength: so with his subtleties of mind He baffles me; and I lift up my club, And with one blo…
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…es’ old misery, and presently Pacing the furrowed field, he scattered them With muttered words of power athwart the course Of the bright moon, due path of pestilence And terror. Ere the last bone fell to earth The accurséd harvest sprang to life. Armed men, Fiery with anger, rose upon the earth While Jason stood, one witnessing a dream, Not one who lives his life. The sword and spear Turn not to him, but mutual madness strikes The warriors witless, and fierce wrath invades Their hearts of fury, and with arms engaged They fell upon each other si…