Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ^/»- .(J ? --G>- Our Euripides, the human, With his droppings of warm tears,And his touches of things common Till they rose to touch the spheres 1Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our Pindars shining goals !—These were cup-bearers undying Of the wine thats meant for souls. And my Plato, the divine one. If men know the gods their motions as they shine on With a glorious trail of light!And your noble Christian bishops Who mouthed grandly the last Greek
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ^/»- .(J ? --G>- Our Euripides, the human, With his droppings of warm tears,And his touches of things common Till they rose to touch the spheres 1Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our Pindars shining goals !—These were cup-bearers undying Of the wine thats meant for souls. And my Plato, the divine one. If men know the gods their motions as they shine on With a glorious trail of light!And your noble Christian bishops Who mouthed grandly the last Greek !Though the sponges on their hyssops Were distent with wine—too weak. ^A ^^ oi-V Yet, your Chrysostom, you praised him As a liberal mouth of gold;And your Basil, you upraised him To the height of speakers old :And we both praised Heliodorus For his secret of pure lies,—Who forged first his linked stories In the heat of ladies eyes. And we both praised your Synesius For the fire shot up in his odes,Though the Church was scarce propitious As he whistled dogs and we both praised Nazianzen For the fervid heart and spe
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