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: ... SONG O singing heart, think not of aught save song; Beauty can do no wrong. Let but th' inviolable music shake Golden on golden flake, Down to the human throng, And one, one surely, will look up and hear and wake. Weigh not the rapture; measure not nor sift God's dark, delirious gift; But deaf to immortality ...
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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: ... SONG O singing heart, think not of aught save song; Beauty can do no wrong. Let but th' inviolable music shake Golden on golden flake, Down to the human throng, And one, one surely, will look up and hear and wake. Weigh not the rapture; measure not nor sift God's dark, delirious gift; But deaf to immortality or gain, Give as the shining rain, Thy music pure and swift, And here or there, sometime, somewhere, 'twill reach the grain. SAPPHO IN LEVKAS Zeus, my Father, once again I stand before Thee; onee, and then no more. Here in the calm, deep night, Far, far from Lesbos and the madness there, Here, where the alien sea about my feet Is clean and sacred with Thine awe, I come, Sappho, Thy child alone, To speak with Thee as in the old, exalted days. In this last hour, Before the cool, regardless hand of death Erase me quite, desiring most to be Most noble, I would break like nard before Thy night-encurtained majesty my heart--From hurt or shame withholding naught; Tell all, give thanks, and cease. Nor would I have the flame of this, my prayer and baring, Shake with the breath of bitterness. Nor stay my heart, self-pitying, On that last human littleness, Resentment 'gainst the gods. Thanks, Father, for The life that Thou hast given me. For it was high and full of joy--akin To those bright mountain spaces where A golden exaltation holds the peaks. 2 SAPPHO IN LEVKAS Never, methinks, with more enamored hand Hast Thou coaxed fire into the clay, than when In Lesbos, mine own mother grew with me. To Thee be thanks that in all life 'Twas mine to see goodness; that I, a woman, Beyond the tragic and the base of life, Have seen to that serenity of right that flows Increasingly and always onward. Mine Companions were that proved the race Thine offspring;...
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Very Good. Third printing. Slightly cocked with worn edges and foxing else about very good with previous owner gift inscription on the front free endpaper.
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Fair with no dust jacket. Blue cloth with black lettering on front and off-white spine/worn and soiled with small tears on top and bottom spine/small tear; 78 pages; On front top corner.
