Man-song by John Gneisenau NeihardtMan-song by John Gneisenau Neihardt


byJohn Gneisenau Neihardt

Paperback | January 1, 2012

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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1909. Excerpt: ... XXVII THE PASSING OF THE LION I (Within the Athenian castle of Alcibiades: Timandra lying on a couch, robed in flowing purple. Enter Alcibiades in armor) Alcibiades. I must be gone, Timandra, tho' my heart Remains there on thy couch against thy breast. An old Hebraic legend that I heard From story-tellers at King Cyrus' court Grows strong upon me: I have told it thee: I am the Samson of that tale I heard, And thou, Delilah, hast undone my strength. My heart aches that my lips should shape the words, Small words embittered with the gall of truth. This purple ease, these days of sweet forgetting, These nights of scarlet flame, these ashen dawns, Washed bright again with damning vintages! They have subdued the genius that was mine. Oh, I have wakened in the hush of night When thou hast slept, and naught but silence made Dull murmur; when the drowsing lamps dreamed blue; And I have seen ghosts walking in the shadows! Ghosts! Ghosts! Timandra; sere, lean, mocking ghosts That travestied in horrid fleshlessness The thing I was! And I have hid my face In arms grown womanish, that once could fling The whips of lightning over serried ranks! And I, the Lion, wept, wept--wept, Timandra! But thou didst never know what made me break Thy slumbers and the silence, crying "Wine! Let us have wine and bid the harper come!" It was the ghosts; they fled from wine and song. Timandra. (Arising half way from her couch, ex- tending her arms to Alcibiades) Yes, yes, my Lion, talk, so thou but stay! I love to hear thee talk; O golden tongue! 0 burning lips that tip thy words with flame! Talk on, so thou but stay; talk on, talk on! 1 care not if thy words be words of hate; I care not if thy words be words of scorn. Insult me! Curse me! Scorch my heart with fire; The soft fire of thy lips, and I will smile! Alc...
Title:Man-songFormat:PaperbackDimensions:26 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:January 1, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217506348

ISBN - 13:9780217506342