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... Light is thrown upon the story as told in Hesiod through an inquiry into the history of burnt offer- ings . It seems that the most ancient whole burnt offerings of the Greeks dwindled to burning for the gods only the bones and fat of ...
... Light is thrown upon the story as told in Hesiod through an inquiry into the history of burnt offer- ings . It seems that the most ancient whole burnt offerings of the Greeks dwindled to burning for the gods only the bones and fat of ...
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... lights , talks for , transports and even furnishes music in every large city to- day . This is the history of fire in its practical bearings upon civilization . But the flames of fire ascend and become symbolic of the artistic and ...
... lights , talks for , transports and even furnishes music in every large city to- day . This is the history of fire in its practical bearings upon civilization . But the flames of fire ascend and become symbolic of the artistic and ...
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... light imaginings of men , And all that faith creates or love desires , Terrible , strange , sublime and beauteous shapes . There thou art and dost hang , a writhing shade , ' Mid whirlwind - peopled mountains ; all the gods Are there ...
... light imaginings of men , And all that faith creates or love desires , Terrible , strange , sublime and beauteous shapes . There thou art and dost hang , a writhing shade , ' Mid whirlwind - peopled mountains ; all the gods Are there ...
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... slaves of Heaven , Not me , within whose mind sits peace serene , As light in the sun , throned . How vain is talk ! Call up the fiends . " The Furies appear , and inflict their utmost upon Prometheus 63 ANCIENT MYTHS IN MODERN POETS.
... slaves of Heaven , Not me , within whose mind sits peace serene , As light in the sun , throned . How vain is talk ! Call up the fiends . " The Furies appear , and inflict their utmost upon Prometheus 63 ANCIENT MYTHS IN MODERN POETS.
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... more fair than aught but her , Whose shadow thou art - lift thine eyes on me . ' I lifted them ; the overpowering light Of that immortal shape was shadowed o'er By love ; which , from his soft and flowing 69 ANCIENT MYTHS IN MODERN POETS.
... more fair than aught but her , Whose shadow thou art - lift thine eyes on me . ' I lifted them ; the overpowering light Of that immortal shape was shadowed o'er By love ; which , from his soft and flowing 69 ANCIENT MYTHS IN MODERN POETS.
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Apollo Asia beauty behold breathe bright Caria clouds Copley Society Cynthia dark deep Demogorgon divine dream earth Enceladus Endymion Eschylus eternal Eumenides evil eyes fair fate feel fire flowers gaze glory goddess gods golden Greek grief hand hath heard heart heaven Hermes Hesiod Homeric Hymn human hymn Hyperion ideal imagination immortal Jove Jupiter Keats kiss light lips live lyre mankind MAX KLINGER melody metheus mind Moon mortal mountains myth nature never night o'er Okeanides Okeanos pain Panthea Peona Phoebus play poem poet Prome Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Saturn Selene shadow shalt Shelley Shelley's sigh sing sleep slumber soft song soul spirit stars steeds story sweet symbol Tartaros tell Tellus Thea thee Themis thine things thou art thought throne thunder tion Titans Tulchuherris vision voice wind wings wonder worship youth Zeus
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Page 106 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 249 - I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination— What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth— whether it existed before or not...
Page 183 - We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Page 288 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 248 - I shall call the Chamber of Maiden-Thought, than we become intoxicated with the light and the atmosphere, we see nothing but pleasant wonders, and think of delaying there for ever in delight. However among the effects this breathing is father of is that tremendous one of sharpening one's vision into the heart and nature of Man — of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of Misery and Heart-break, Pain, Sickness and oppression...
Page 268 - ENDYMION. THE rising moon has hid the stars ; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. And silver white the river gleams, As if Diana, in her dreams, Had dropt her silver bow Upon the meadows low.
Page 345 - Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome, I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam ; My footsteps pave the clouds with fire ; the caves Are filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare.
Page 81 - To move, to breathe, to be; I wandering went Among the haunts and dwellings of mankind, And first was disappointed not to see Such mighty change as I had felt within Expressed in outward things; but soon I looked...
Page 62 - Hypocrisy and custom make their minds The fanes of many a worship, now outworn. They dare not devise good for man's estate, And yet they know not that they do not dare. The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want : worse need for them.
Page 206 - Though old Ulysses tortured from his slumbers The glutted Cyclops, what care ? — Juliet leaning Amid her window-flowers, — sighing, — weaning Tenderly her fancy from its maiden snow, Doth more avail than these : the silver flow 30 Of Hero's tears, the swoon of Imogen, Fair Pastorella in the bandit's den, Are things to brood on with more ardency Than the death-day of empires.