Red Cotton Night-cap Country: Aristophanes' Apology ; The Inn Album ; Pacchiarotto and how He Worked in Distemper, and Other PoemsHoughton Mifflin, 1887 - 394 pages |
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AMPHITRUON Aristophanes Athenai Balaustion beauty beneath beside brow CHOROS Clairvaux Comedy cousin crown dare dead death Dekeleia earth Eupolis Euripides Eurustheus Euthukles face faith fancy fate father fear FILIPPO BALDINUCCI fool gods gold grace hand hate head heart heaven Hellas HERAKLES Iophons king Kreon lady laugh leave Lenaia life's live look lord LUKOS man's MEGARA mind Monsieur Léonce Miranda mouth Muhlhausen needs never Night-cap nowise o'er once Paris peace Pheidias Phokis phorminx Place Vendôme play poet poor praise prize prove Ravissante round shame sire smile Sokrates somehow Sophokles soul stand stone stopped Strattis sure tell Thebes thee there's THESEUS things thou true truth turf turn what's Whence wife wonder word young youth Zeus
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Page 355 - Better run the ships aground!" (Ended Damfreville his speech). "Not a minute more to wait! Let the Captains all and each Shove ashore, then blow up, burn the vessels on the beach! France must undergo her fate.
Page 357 - So the storm subsides to calm ; They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Greve : Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. " Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee...
Page 358 - tis ask and have, I may — Since the others go ashore — Come ! A good whole holiday ! Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore !' That he asked and that he got, — nothing more.
Page 356 - Take the helm, lead the line, save the squadron ! " cried its chief. " Captains, give the sailor place ! He is admiral, in brief." Still the North wind, by God's grace. See the noble fellow's face As the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like a hound, Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound ! See, safe through shoal and rock, How they follow in a flock.
Page 356 - Morn and eve, night and day, Have I piloted your bay, Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. Burn the fleet and ruin France? That were worse than fifty Hogues! Sirs, they know I speak the truth! Sirs, believe me there's a way! Only let me lead the line, Have the biggest ship to steer, Get this Formidable...
Page 357 - As he stepped in front once more, Not a symptom of surprise In the frank blue Breton eyes, Just the same man as before Then said Damfreville, "My friend, I must speak out at the end, Though I find the speaking hard. Praise is deeper than the lips: You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward. 'Faith, our sun was near eclipse! Demand whate'er you will, France remains your debtor still. Ask to heart's...
Page 341 - Because a man has shop to mind In time and place, since flesh must live, Needs spirit lack all life behind, All stray thoughts, fancies fugitive, All loves except what trade can give...
Page 83 - Mad ! " No ! sane, I say. Such being the conditions of his life, Such end of life was not irrational. Hold a belief, you only half-believe, With all-momentous issues either way, — And I advise you imitate this leap, Put faith to proof, be cured or killed at once...
Page 355 - Twas the squadron that escaped, with the victor in full chase, First and foremost of the drove, in his great ship, Damfreville, Close on him fled great and small, Twenty-two good ships in all ; And they signalled to the place, " Help the winners of a race ! Get us guidance, give us harbor, take us quick — or, quicker still, Here's the English can and will ! " Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leaped on board ; "Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?
Page 356 - Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the soundings, tell On my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell 'Twixt the offing here and Greve where the river disembogues?