The Classics and Our Twentieth-century Poets: Address as President of the American Philological Association at Harvard University, December 29, 1926university, 1927 - 52 páginas |
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Página 313 - What else is Wisdom ? What of man's endeavour Or God's high grace, so lovely and so great? To stand from fear set free, to breathe and wait; To hold a hand uplifted over Hate; And shall not Loveliness be loved for ever?
Página 286 - Or what he needs. I tell him he needs Greek ; I'll talk of rules and Aristotle with him, And if his tongue's at home he'll say to that, " I have your word that Aristotle knows, And you mine that I don't know Aristotle." He's all at odds with all the unities, And what's yet worse, it doesn't seem to matter ; He treads along through Time's old wilderness As if the tramp of all the centuries Had left no roads — and there are none, for him ; He doesn't see them, even with those eyes, — And that's...
Página 295 - Oread WHIRL UP, sea — whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us, cover us with your pools of fir.
Página 273 - Come Muse migrate from Greece and Ionia, Cross out please those immensely overpaid accounts, That matter of Troy and Achilles' wrath, and Aeneas', Odysseus' wanderings, Placard "Removed
Página 286 - I'd stake ye coin o' the realm his only care For a phantom world he sounded and found wanting Will be a portion here, a portion there, Of this or that thing or some other thing That has a patent and intrinsical Equivalence in those egregious shillings. And yet he knows, God help him!
Página 283 - I'll not except the scientist who dreamed That he was Adam and that he was Eve At the same time; or yet that other man Who dreamed that he was ^Eschylus, reborn To clutch, combine, compensate, and adjust The plunging and unfathomable chorus Wherein we catch, like a bacchanale through thunder, The chanting of the new Eumenides, Implacable, renascent, farcical, Triumphant, and American.
Página 285 - The calm, the smoldering, and the flame Of awful patience were his own: With him they are forever flown Past all our fond self-shadowings, Wherewith we cumber the Unknown As with inept Icarian wings.
Página 287 - And from thence, when the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and the Three Taverns; whom when Paul saw, he thanked God, and took courage.
Página 296 - SONG You are as gold as the half-ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through the half-opened flowers of the great flower tufts thick on the black limbs of an Illyrian apple bough. Can honey distill such fragrance as your bright hair — for your face is as fair as rain; yet as rain that lies clear on white honey-comb lends radiance to the white wax, so your hair on your brow casts light for a shadow.
Página 285 - WHEN in from Delos came the gold That held the dream of Pericles, When first Athenian ears were told The tumult of Euripides, When men met Aristophanes, Who fledged them with immortal quills — Here, where the time knew none of these, There were some islands and some hills. When Rome went ravening to see The sons of mothers end their days, When Flaccus bade Leuconoe To banish her Chaldean ways, When first the pearled, alembic phrase Of Maro into music ran — Here there was neither blame nor praise...