Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . sip it like a fly !Ah—but, sipping,— times and places Change before me suddenly :As Ulysses old libation Drew the ghosts from every part,So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought goes far to betwixt the folios turnings Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek :Past the pane the mountain spreading, Swept the sheeps-bells tinkling noise,While a girlish voice was reading. Somewhat low fo
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . sip it like a fly !Ah—but, sipping,— times and places Change before me suddenly :As Ulysses old libation Drew the ghosts from every part,So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought goes far to betwixt the folios turnings Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek :Past the pane the mountain spreading, Swept the sheeps-bells tinkling noise,While a girlish voice was reading. Somewhat low for ai^ and ois. Then, what golden hours were for us ! While we sat together the white vests of the chorus Seemed to wave up a live air !How the cothurns trod majestic Down the deep iambic lines,And the rolling anap;estic Curled like vapour over shrines ! Oh ! our /Eschylus, the thunderous, How he drove the bolted breathThrough the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath !Oh ! our Sophocles, the royal. Who was born to monarchs who made the whole world loyal. Less by kingly power than grace!213.
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