The Centaur's Booty
Format: Paperback
ISBN13: 9780217673914
Paperback|9780217673914
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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. 1903. Excerpt: ... FOR DARK DAYS Ah, when a fair day finds me cold to it Who should be friendlier far, Or when the night seems too august, so lit With tranquil star on star; They ban unworthy every thought of mine, That once seemed symbols meant To help my sense express my soul and shine Equal to that event Which any hour creation thrusts on man, Who inattentive, weak, Feels the vast spectacle surpass his will Which would respond to it, and sometimes can Find thoughts as grand, as beautiful, and fill As though a voice did speak Ocean, sky, cloud-land, valley, plain and hill; Then, then, abhorrent, wasted human life, All life of beast and pest Maintained by rapine, lust, and strife, I hate and would arrest: Stay thou to multiply thy cruel wealth; And cease thou to cajole, xxxvii. Stealing from that young girl her thoughtless health, Her joy and self-control; PAN'S PROPHECY All rights reserved Thou tiger, leave defenceless herds alone; Thou shark, submit to law; 'Tis your example circumscribes my thought. Collusion with your ruthless greed has thrown So strong a spell that now my mind is brought To horror down from awe, And all I find doth mock all I have sought. Oh, it is nothing that a day is fair, If life cannot be sweet If souls cannot be lovers, and if care School not desire's feet If always generations generations breed, And race give place to race Sapped by inadequacy, doomed to bleed And, dying, pine for grace Only if fact can answer reason's prayer Both in one life and all, And in resultant beauty souls be good; Only if towards that goal each day we fare, And never stand below where we have stood Answer I to your call, Ye stars, or yours, ye flowers of field and wood. Yet is all vain? vain then this sad surmise; For still unknown our doom; Yet we have fancies, can...
| ISBN-13 | 9780217673914 |
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| ISBN-10 | 0217673910 |
| Weight | 0.34 Pounds |
| Dimensions | 9.00 x 6.00 x 0.23 In |
| List Price | $14.14 |
| Format | Paperback |
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| Pages | 96 pages |
| Publisher | |
| Published On | 2009-12-01 |
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