The Story of Cupid & PsychePriory Press, 1912 - 97 pages |
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APULEIUS arms arrows bath beauty bird black bread bride bring burning cake called carried Carthage Ceres chariot Charon cheeks child choir command couch cried cruel CUPID AND PSYCHE danger daughter death deep divine earth embraces evil eyes fate fear feast fierce flagon flight gentle goddess gods golden hair hand happy haste hastened heart heaven hide honours husband Juno Jupiter kisses lamp limbs lover lute lyre Madaura maiden marriage Mercury midnight hours mind mistress monster mortal mother mountain crag mourned nectar neighbouring night nuptials oracle Orcus palace parents passion piece of money poor Psyche prayers Proserpine Psyche's raging safety saying secret seek slave sleep soon sorrow stream sweet Take pity Tartarus task tears tell torch trample under foot trembling UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA valley Venus voice Vulcan wandered wearied wept wife wings wish woman wont words wound wretch Zephyr
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Page x - Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water and the fire; Yet even in these days so far retir'd From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among the faint Olympians, 1 see and sing, by my own eyes inspired.
Page xi - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain. With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night. To let the warm Love in!
Page x - So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ; Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming ; Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.
Page x - Olympus' faded hierarchy! Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star, Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky; Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none, Nor altar heap'd with flowers; Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours; No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet From chain-swung censer teeming; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.
Page ix - They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Page ix - Psyche with awaken'd eyes? 1 wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly, And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side...
Page ix - Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt today, or did I see The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
Page x - Olympians, 1 see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours; Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming; Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming.
Page iii - From the Latin of Apuleius. By Charles Stuttaford. Illustrated by Jessie Mothersole.