Odes on the Generations of ManBaker & Taylor Company, 1910 - 110 pages |
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Odes on the Generations of Man Hartley Burr Alexander,The Baker and Taylor Company No preview available - 2019 |
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Page 106 - Then He brought me to the door of the gate of the Lord's house which was toward the north; and, behold, there sat women weeping for Tam muz.
Page 102 - His countenance was distorted into hideous lineaments of symbolical import. In his right hand he wielded a bow, and in his left a bunch of golden arrows, which a mystic legend had connected with the victories of his people. The huge folds of a serpent, consisting of pearls and precious stones, were coiled round his waist, and the same rich materials were profusely sprinkled over his person. On his left foot were the delicate feathers of the humming-bird, which, singularly enough, gave its name to...
Page 102 - Huitzilopotchli, the tutelary deity and war-god of the Aztecs. His countenance was distorted into hideous lineaments of symbolical import. In his right hand he wielded a bow, and in his left a bunch of golden arrows. which a mystic legend had connected with the victories of his people. The huge folds of a serpent, consisting of pearls and precious stones, wert coiled round his waist, and the same rich materials were profusely sprinkled over his person.
Page 103 - The most conspicuous ornament was a chain of gold and silver hearts alternate, suspended round his neck, emblematical of the sacrifice in which he most delighted. A more unequivocal evidence of this was afforded by three human hearts smoking and almost palpitating, as if recently torn from the victims, and now lying on the altar before him!
Page 110 - Er&s, who blindest, tear by tear, Men's eyes with hunger ; thou swift Foe, that pliest Deep in our hearts joy like an edged spear ; Come not to me with Evil haunting near, Wrath on the wind, nor jarring of the clear Wing's music as thou fliest ! There is no shaft that burneth, not in fire, Not in wild stars, far off and flinging fear, As in thine hands the shaft of All Desire, Er6s, Child of the Highest ! In vain, in vain, by old Alphetls' shore The blood of many bulls doth stain the river, And all...
Page 110 - Deep in oar hearts joy like an edged spear; Come not to me with Evil haunting near, Wrath on the wind, nor jarring of the clear Wing's music as thou fliest! There is no shaft that burneth, not in fire, Not in wild stars, far off and flinging fear, As in thine hands the shaft of All Desire...
Page 79 - ... kingdom's fall." An occasional mannerism mars the perfection of the verse, but how often does one meet odes like these? And of whom does this remind one, if not of the word master who left the world the poorer for his loss last year? "Awake! for the white pillared porches Of dawn are flung open to-day! And the jubilant voices of morning With laughter and boisterous warning, On, on through the azuring arches Summon away!
Page 93 - He is of to-day, of the age which tries to gather all the past, and to bring it into a perspective, with reference to understanding the present. Yet he sings of the spirit as it nears its time for release from the "too mortal sense," The leaven Of beauty within the spirit burning Summons her ever higher, — Yea as the stars inspire The plangent waves that leap with ceaseless yearning Sonorously to heaven.
Page 107 - And the evil wind that was behind him he let loose in her face. As Tiamat opened her mouth to its full extent, He drove in the evil wind, while as yet she had not shut her lips. The terrible winds filled her belly, And her courage was taken from her, and her mouth she opened wide.
Page 41 - One anguisht night He strove Mightily with God. . . Hour by hour there passed Athwart the gloom A huge ensanguined image, like a shadow cast By outstretched arms, and overspread The living and the dead Throughout the wide world's room . . ., [41] And so His prayer was said, And answered.