Poetical works of Matthew Arnold . n has a mind with which to plan his safety;Know that, and help thyself! Pausanias But thine own words?The wit and counsel of man was never clear,Troubles confound the little wit he is a light which the Gods mock us with,To lead those false who trust it. [T/ie harp sounds again. Empedocles Hist! once more !Listen, Pausanias !—Ay, tis Callicles ;I know these notes among a thousand. Hark! ? a Callicles . So—° (Sings unseen, from below). -> %y^>o- (* The track winds down to the clear stream, To cross the sparkling shallows; there The cattle love to
Poetical works of Matthew Arnold . n has a mind with which to plan his safety;Know that, and help thyself! Pausanias But thine own words?The wit and counsel of man was never clear,Troubles confound the little wit he is a light which the Gods mock us with,To lead those false who trust it. [T/ie harp sounds again. Empedocles Hist! once more !Listen, Pausanias !—Ay, tis Callicles ;I know these notes among a thousand. Hark! ? a Callicles . So—° (Sings unseen, from below). -> %y^>o- (* The track winds down to the clear stream, To cross the sparkling shallows; there The cattle love to gather, on their way To the high mountain-pastures, and to stay, Till the rough cow-herds drive them past, Knee-deep in the cool ford; for tis the last Of all the woody, high, well-waterd dells On Etna ; and the beam Of noon is broken there by chestnut-boughs Down its steep verdant sides; the air Is freshend by the leaping stream, which throws Eternal showers of spray on the mossd roots luA+l^ri. ( < T 4~L *l h-in*. // t \J V, / ^ \j // / / <v N w / f <~t <-* / / s^< «j / // \ V U» / If C^rrv. + ^ fic/JoO^, EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA 445 Of trees, and veins of turf, and long dark shoots Of ivy-plants, and fragrant hanging bells Of hyacinths, and on late anemonies, That muffle its wet banks; but glade, And stream, and sward, and chestnut-trees, End here; Etna beyond, in the broad glare Of the hot noon, without a shade, Slope behind slope, up to the peak, lies bare; The peak, round which the white clouds play. In such a glen, on such a day,On Pelion, on the grassy ground,Chiron, the aged Centaur lay,The young Achilles standing Centaur taught him to exploreThe mountains; where the glens are dryAnd the tired Centaurs come to rest,And where the soaking springs aboundAnd the straight ashes grow for spears,And where the hill-goats come to feed,And the sea-eagles build their showd him Phthia far away,And said : O boy, I taught this loreTo Peleus, in l
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