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…who ply the sail Before, the home! behind, the gale! JASON. Ah! I am torn, I am torn! MEDEA. God’s poet, hail! Help us, Apollo! Light of Sun, awake! This is the desperate hour. JASON. I have no strength. MEDEA. Beware the third, the awful ecstasy! ORPHEUS. A higher spell controls a lower song. Listen, they sing! JASON. Joy! Joy! they sing, they sing! LEUCOSIA. O lover, I am lonely here! O lover, I am weeping! Each pearl of ocean is a tear Let fall while love was sleeping. A tear is made of fire and dew And saddened with a smile; The sun’s laugh…
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…CTUS 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 blow…
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…ce 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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ACTUS PRIMUS 15 Before that glittering woof the Sun Shrinks back abashed in shame, The splendour of the shining one, One torrent-fleece of flame! What heart may think, what tongue may sing The glory of the golden thing? About the grove the scorpion coils Inextricably wind Within the wood’s exceeding toils, The shadow hot and blind; There lurk his serpent sorceries, The guardian of the Golden Fleece. The dragon lifts his nostrils wide And jets a spout of fire; The warrior questing turns aside, Not daring to desire; And Madness born of Ares lurks…
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ACTUS TERTIUS Bronzed with a ruder sun than ours, and scarred (Rough tokens of old battles) yet so calm And mild (with all that vigour) that to me Came a swift pity—the enchanter’s bane. That I flung from me. But my subtle soul Struck its own bosom with the sword of thought, So that I saw not pity, but desire! CHORUS. Surely a bane more potent than the first. MEDEA. Love is itself enchantment! CHORUS. Some kind god Whispers from this a little light of hope. MEDEA. Only the hopeless are the happy ones. CHORUS. But didst thou turn him from his gl…
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ACTUS QUARTUS Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless o’er the deep. Turned to the gold heart of the west, The sun’s last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water: we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack In any space serene or slack Some colour, blushing o’er the fawn Dim-lighted lawn. And und…
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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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16 ARGONAUTAE Thou bearest, strong shoulder, The sunbright fleece! Glow swifter and bolder And brighter—and cease! O glory of light! O woven of night! O shining and bright! O dream of delight! How splendid the sight for the dwellers of Greece! Gained is the guerdon! The prize is won. The fleecy burden, The soul of the sun! The toil is over; the days discover high joys that hover of lover and lover, and fates above her are fallen and done. JASON, Queen of this people! O my heart’s desire Spotless, the Lady of my love, and friends By whose heroic…
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…ze the children—fools they are! So mask Evil beneath the waxen face of Good, Trick out Calamity in robes of Luck— Come, children! Is the sun bright? And your eyes? ALCESTIS. Dear queen, all’s well with us. Such happiness Crowds daylight—even sleep seems sorrowful, Though bright with dainty dreams! FIRST DANAID. But you are sad! M uw
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…aughters of Melpomene. ORPHEUS. Light shed from seaward over breakers bending Kiss-wise to the emerald hollows: light divine Whereof the sun is God, the sea his shrine; Light in vibrations rhythmic; light unending, Light sideways from the girdling crags extending Unto this lone and languid head of mine; Light, that fulfils creation as with wine, Flows in the channels of the deep: light, rending The adamantine columns of the night, Is laden with the love-song of the light. Light, pearly-glimmering through dim gulf and hollow, Below the foam-kiss…
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… Even in my sea are mine; the whole sea’s glades And hills and springs are void of my Apollo— The Sea herself my tune and my desire! The Sun himself my lover and my lyre! CHORUS. This song is sweeter than the honeycomb. MEDEA. Nearly as sweet as good friends quarrelling. JASON. Look, friends, methinks I see a silvern shape Like faint mist floating on the farthest sea.
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… yoked Their frenzy to his plough, and with the goad Urged them, thrice trampling the accurséd field Until the furrows flamed across the sun, ~ Treading whose glory stood Apollo’s self As witness of the deed. Then a last thrust Savage, drove them less savage to their stalls, And Jason turned and laughed. Then drew he out The dreadful teeth of woe, Cadmean stock Of Thebes’ 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. E…