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…ber of Kinc PELs. SEMI-CHORUS OF MEN. The prophecies are spoken in vain, The auguries vainly cast, Since twenty years of joyous reign In peace are overpast; And those who cursed our King’s desires Are branded in the brow for liars. SEMI-CHORUS OF WOMEN. We heard the aged prophet speak The doom of woe and fear. We wait with blanched and icy cheek The one-and-twentieth year: For Justice lies, as seeds lie, dead, But lifts at last a Gorgon head! MEN. What fear can reach our Thessaly? What war disturb our peace?
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12 ARGONAUTAE All storm and sunlight, star and season, cease Here is thy peace. O mortal, sad is love! But my dominion Extends beyond love’s ultimate abode. Eternity itself is but a minion, Lighting my way on the untravelled road. Gods shelter ’neath one shadow of my pinion. Thou only tread the path none else hath trode! Come, lover, in my breast all blooms above, Here is thy love! MEDEA. My poet, now! The one song in the world! ORPHEUS. Above us on the mast is spread The splendour of the fleece! Before us, Argive maidens tread The glowing isle…
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…that lotus grows Is thought’s abyss of tears and woes. Leave Sirenusa! Even Greece Forget! they are not there! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayer! Leave the illusions, life and time And death, and seek that star sublime— Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise and cease In that which is beyond the Peace!
1904 · PDF PAGE 111
…my feet! The fatal day! Ai! Ai! CHORUS. What sorrow thus, Maiden, removes the feet of fortitude? ALCESTIS. Who shall arouse him? CHORUS. Peace, our lady sleeps N
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…had been broken to the scourge. Now, being strong and happy, with what joy I cry: Evohe! Revolution! I have grown weary of this tiresome peace. JASON. I promise you intense unhappiness. WOMEN, Here is the ugly monster! Out! To think
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ACTUS TERTIUS Our prow plunge solemn in the Argive waters To strains of music—victory at peace Mingling with sweeter epithalamy— To tell our friends how happy was the quest. MEDEA. But not those strains of music, though divine From Orpheus’ wingéd lyre, exalt at all Our joy to joy, beyond all music’s power! CHORUS. I fear Aeetes and the Pelian guile. JASON. Fear is but failure, herald of distress! MEDEA, What virtue lives there in the coward’s heart? CHORUS. In sooth, I have no fear at all—to flee. JASON. Night, like a mist, steals softly from …
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…t days! To-day his curse cacophonous Shall earn at least a laugh from us! WOMEN. “OQ! when the arméd hand is nigh, Tolchus shall not see Peace shining from Athena’s sky Until the Fleece be free; Until the God of War shall scorn The sting, and trust him to the horn. “Until the Sun of Spring forsake His eastern home, and rise
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…hus’ 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 of Poseidon, of Iolchus King.
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ACTUS QUARTUS 19 MEDEA. Thine therefore should be sweeter. ORPHEUS. The Gods grant it! Lift up this love of peace and bliss, The starry soul of wine, Destruction’s formidable kiss, The lamp of the divine: This shadow of a nobler name Whose life is strife, whose soul is fame ! I rather will exalt the soul Of man to loftier height, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of Light. From these soft splendours of a dream T turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain, Vain are the little lamps of love…
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…s kisses vanish there, Grow kisses of a god ; And in dreams’ darkness subtly grows No Earth-flowered bloom of rose. O dreams of love and peace, draw nigh ! Hover with shadowy wings! Let shining shapes of ecstasy Cover the frail blue veil of sky, And speak immortal things ! Dream, lady, dream through summer noon, Lulled by the sleepy tune! The sense is riven, and the soul Goes glimmering to the abode, Where aeons in one moment roll, And one thought shapes to its control Body’s forgotten load. Our lady sleeps! Our lady smiles In far Elysian isles…
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…, nor sacrilege profane The awful slumber of the seer, The dread adytum of the fane; Nor gain the mockery of a fleece, Losing reality of peace. Hail to wild Ares! Men, rejoice That He can thus avenge his shrine! One solemn cadence of that voice Peal through the ages, shake the spine
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…th age. Forgive my violence! PELIAS. [Aside.] The fish bites hard. [A/oud.] There is a prophecy: “Once stirred, Iolchus never shall know peace Till in its temple hangs the Golden Fleece.” Now thou hast so disquieted our days, The time is come: seek thou Aea’s isle, And hang this trophy on our temple walls! JASON. Tell me what is this fleece. PELIAS. Let women sing. WOMEN. In Ares’ grove, the sworded trees, The world’s heart wondering, Hangs evermore the Golden Fleece, The glory of the spring, The light of far Aea’s coast, Such glamour as befits…
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…hat is good! JASON, To Corinth! Bride of my own heart, Medea, Well hast thou put thy power off 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 hous…
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…ing ocean, Whose waves of joy and sorrow never cease, Eternal change—one changeless thing, commotion ! Even in death no hint of calm and peace!— Here is the charm, the life-assuaging potion, Here is a better home for thee than Greece! Come, lover, to my deep, soft, sleepy breast! Here is thy rest! O mortal, sad is life! But in my kisses Thou may’st forget its fever-parchéd thirst. Age, death, and sorrow fade in slender blisses: My swoon of love drinks up the draught accurst. And all thy seasons grow as sweet as this is, One constant summer in s…
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…tles to the wind So musically as Thrace: no town So gladdens the toil-weary mind As brave Athenae: no renown Stands so divine in war and peace As the illustrious name of Greece. This island of the subtle song Shall vanish as the shaken spray Tossed by the billow far and strong On marble coasts: we will not stay!
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…t— Alas! how often !—and repented me Of those unkingly deeds whereby I gained This throne whose joy is turned to bitterness, I will make peace with thee, and justice still Shall have a home and shrine in Thessaly. Be patient notwithstanding! Prove thyself Valiant and wise—and reign here! If in sooth An aged counsellor, whose reverend hair Commands a hearing, may assist at all,