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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...smiled, To bright-eyed blossom by his song beguiled. Then Orpheus, with fresh heart, awoke this litany wild. " Not out of impious lust, O! Nameless Name, Nor friend for friend, as Herakles hither came, Have I adventured to thine Empire dread. No might of mine--ay, well this downcast head And feeble limbs provoke thy sharpest scorn. Not his poor prowess hath thy servant borne Thus strangely past thy guardian forms of fear, Charon and Cereberus, and set unscathed here. A Power Eternal bears me from above--Now, in my need, forsake me not, O Love! " On whom so crying bitterly a great change, With tremor fierce and sighing thick and strange, Smote suddenly--his labouring limbs assume Stature divine, his front immortal bloom; Erect he starts, a sudden halo bright Burns from his brow, beneath whose living light His eyes, bright stars in bluest heaven, shed Ethereal influence through that palace dread, Whilst his sweet voice divine rings forth amongst the dead, Singing the lives of those two lovers fond, How dutiful in youth, then how beyond Compare in piety; and how they loved A long, long love, that but the purer proved By bitter ordeal; their brief nuptial bliss And latest parting; last the envenomed kiss Of the fierce serpent, when with flying foot Scarce had Eurydice foiled the vile pursuit Of Aristasus, and how she failed and fell And made her death-bed in the asphodel. Here paused the voice awhile, but soon again Awaking, poured a most enchanting strain Of a fair goddess in Sicilian meads, And Eros charioting those dusky steeds Soft o'er the lily leaves and grasses green, And to the King of Night bearing his beauteous Queen. Last the voice sang how that deep love divine Had never quenched in Dis or Proserpine, Or failed...
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