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    Grass of Parnassus
    Grass of Parnassus
    Grass of Parnassus
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    Grass of Parnassus

    By Andrew Lang

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    Andrew Lang (1844-1912) was a prolific Scots man of letters, a poet, novelist, literary critic and contributor to anthropology. He now is best known as the collector of folk and fairy tales. He was educated at the Edinburgh Academy, St Andrews University and at Balliol College, Oxford. As a journalist, poet, critic and historian, he soon made a reputation as one of the ablest and most versatile writers of the day. Lang was one of the founders of the study of "Psychical Research," and his other writings on anthropology include The Book of Dreams and Ghosts (1897), Magic and Religion (1901) and The Secret of the Totem (1905). He was a Homeric scholar of conservative views. Other works include Homer and the Epic (1893); a prose translation of The Homeric Hymns (1899), with literary and mythological essays in which he draws parallels between Greek myths and other mythologies; and Homer and his Age (1906). He also wrote Ballades in Blue China (1880) and Rhymes la Mode (1884).
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStart Classics
    Release dateApr 11, 2014
    ISBN9781609776411
    Grass of Parnassus
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    Andrew Lang

    Andrew Lang (March, 31, 1844 – July 20, 1912) was a Scottish writer and literary critic who is best known as a collector of folk and fairy tales. Lang’s academic interests extended beyond the literary and he was a noted contributor to the fields of anthropology, folklore, psychical research, history, and classic scholarship, as well as the inspiration for the University of St. Andrew’s Andrew Lang Lectures. A prolific author, Lang published more than 100 works during his career, including twelve fairy books, in which he compiled folk and fairy tales from around the world. Lang’s Lilac Fairy and Red Fairy books are credited with influencing J. R. R. Tolkien, who commented on the importance of fairy stories in the modern world in his 1939 Andrew Lang Lecture “On Fairy-Stories.”

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      Grass of Parnassus - Andrew Lang

      GRASS OF PARNASSUS.

      Pale star that by the lochs of Galloway,

      In wet green places 'twixt the depth and height

      Dost keep thine hour while Autumn ebbs away,

      When now the moors have doffed the heather bright,

      Grass of Parnassus, flower of my delight,

      How gladly with the unpermitted bay--

      Garlands not mine, and leaves that not decay--

      How gladly would I twine thee if I might!

      The bays are out of reach! But far below

      The peaks forbidden of the Muses' Hill,

      Grass of Parnassus, thy returning snow

      Between September and October chill

      Doth speak to me of Autumns long ago,

      And these kind faces that are with me still.

      DEEDS OF MEN

      [Greek text]

      To Colonel Ian Hamilton.

      To you, who know the face of war,

      You, that for England wander far,

      You that have seen the Ghazis fly

      From English lads not sworn to die,

      You that have lain where, deadly chill,

      The mist crept o'er the Shameful Hill,

      You that have conquered, mile by mile,

      The currents of unfriendly Nile,

      And cheered the march, and eased the strain

      When Politics made valour vain,

      Ian, to you, from banks of Ken,

      We send our lays of Englishmen!

      SEEKERS FOR A CITY.

      "Believe me, if that blissful, that beautiful place, were set on a hill visible to all the world, I should long ago have journeyed thither. . . But the number and variety of the ways! For you know, THERE IS BUT ONE ROAD THAT LEADS TO CORINTH."

      HERMOTIMUS (Mr Pater's Version).

      "The Poet says, DEAR CITY OF CECROPS, and wilt thou not say, DEAR CITY OF ZEUS?"

      M. ANTONINUS.

      TO CORINTH LEADS ONE ROAD, you say:

      Is there a Corinth, or a way?

      Each bland or blatant preacher hath

      His painful or his primrose path,

      And not a soul of all of these

      But knows the city 'twixt the seas,

      Her fair unnumbered homes and all

      Her gleaming amethystine wall!

      Blind are the guides who know the way,

      The guides who write, and preach, and pray,

      I watch their lives, and I divine

      They differ not from yours and mine!

      One man we knew, and only one,

      Whose seeking for a city's done,

      For what he greatly sought he found,

      A city girt with fire around,

      A city in an empty land

      Between the wastes of sky and sand,

      A city on a river-side,

      Where by the folk he loved, he died. {1}

      Alas! it is not ours to tread

      That path wherein his life he led,

      Not ours his heart to dare and feel,

      Keen as the fragrant Syrian steel;

      Yet are we not quite city-less,

      Not wholly left in our distress--

      Is it not said by One of old,

      Sheep have I of another fold?

      Ah! faint of heart, and weak of will,

      For us there is a city still!

      Dear city of Zeus, the Stoic says, {2}

      The Voice from Rome's imperial days,

      In Thee meet all things, and disperse,

      In Thee, for Thee, O Universe!

      To me all's fruit thy seasons bring,

      Alike thy summer and thy spring;

      The winds that wail, the suns that burn,

      From Thee proceed, to Thee return.

      Dear city of Zeus, shall WE not

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