This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...are done, Glad will the cities be once more, with fires Of sacrifice, and gleaming forms divine; Fair, as the fair perfection signified: One great civility of Gods and men, Calm Gods, and men serenely serving them. Then to Eleusis would I bring again Her desolate veneration: setting up Temple and courts, girt ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...are done, Glad will the cities be once more, with fires Of sacrifice, and gleaming forms divine; Fair, as the fair perfection signified: One great civility of Gods and men, Calm Gods, and men serenely serving them. Then to Eleusis would I bring again Her desolate veneration: setting up Temple and courts, girt with the sacred bay, With laurel, and the comely olive branch: And wisdom from the books of stone once more Should nourish pure souls, and illuminate. So, from the ruddy desert East, to her, The bright Parisian city of my care, Julian should be remembered by the Gods, JULIAN AT ELEUSIS Their servant universal. O far dreams! 0 far dreams, far beyond these weary eyes! 1 shall do nothing: since the first king was, Wisdom's crowned lover has the world not seen. Nay! not one sceptred Caesar of them all, Not grave Aurelius, whom I thought of old To follow, but has fallen short therein: Crossed by the grievous troubling of the world. Yet nothing of your praise have I not paid, Lords of Olympus! When the great Sun shines, I am Apollo's priest: hers too I am, The Mighty Mother, who from land to land Moves with supreme and battlemented brows. The robe of her anointing, hangs it not, Tarnished and worn, upon my shoulder yet; This robe, still dreadful with the bull's black blood? The citizens of Antioch scorn my state: The purple-born, a scholar! the world's king, Hid in the cloak of sad philosophy. O servants of a vain and distraught man, 111 taken for a god: is that your pride? I, who am Caesar; Caesar's too, these rags; With a more proud humility disdain, O Christians! your imperial show and sin; For I am votarist of Gods, who wore Man's true flesh never: nor myself have worn Man's empty shadows of magnificence, But am the lover of magnificent Gods....
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Ex-library book, usual markings. Hardback/Hardcover. Clean copy in good condition. Pages beginning to show signs of wear and age Quick dispatch from UK seller.
