Author: Augusta Webster

Publisher: Theclassics.Us

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 54

ISBN-13: 9781230435268

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ..."What song?" Yu-Pe-Ya asked. He smiled, "The lay Of Yen-Oey perished in his summer day, The lay Ni-Chan,6 the holiest, made, and wept For the young brother sage that earlier slept; The song thy lips forbore but sweet and low Thy clear lute uttered. Are the words not so? 'So soon asleep! Now must the coming years Weep ignorantly their loss they cannot know, And life miss ever what hath never been: We weep to-day, let theirs be sadder tears Who have not seen thee near as we have seen, Who shall but learn a hope died long ago. Alas for flowers untimely winds have broken, That should have scattered seed of following flowers! Alas for ruin of unbuilded towers! Alas for ripening words that die unspoken! But let them weep with sadder tears than ours Who shall but learn a hope died long ago, A world's hope long ago.' But the strain stayed not to the final close: When the sweet refrain's cadenced minor rose With 'let them weep, ' the shivering lute refused; The fifth chord shrieked and snapped." "Yet one long used By a customary chance to every note And married word might come to know by rote An intricate air, and be but so possessed Of its true worth as the numb page, impressed With some choice sentence, of that wealth it owns" Yu-Pe-Ya thought; then, in the careful tones Of one who knows not whom he speaks with yet, He said, "Too rare the times when I have met And talked in equal hours with one of those Whom we call master minstrels; one who knows The answering rhythms, the complex harmonies, The difficult skill, knows the deep mysteries And far traditions of the lute; who hears As lovers see, to whom each look appears Familiar long and yet a fresh surprise Teaching new beauty to accustomed eyes. And if thou be...

Download or read book Selections from the Verse of Augusta Webster written by Augusta Webster and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 54 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ..."What song?" Yu-Pe-Ya asked. He smiled, "The lay Of Yen-Oey perished in his summer day, The lay Ni-Chan,6 the holiest, made, and wept For the young brother sage that earlier slept; The song thy lips forbore but sweet and low Thy clear lute uttered. Are the words not so? 'So soon asleep! Now must the coming years Weep ignorantly their loss they cannot know, And life miss ever what hath never been: We weep to-day, let theirs be sadder tears Who have not seen thee near as we have seen, Who shall but learn a hope died long ago. Alas for flowers untimely winds have broken, That should have scattered seed of following flowers! Alas for ruin of unbuilded towers! Alas for ripening words that die unspoken! But let them weep with sadder tears than ours Who shall but learn a hope died long ago, A world's hope long ago.' But the strain stayed not to the final close: When the sweet refrain's cadenced minor rose With 'let them weep, ' the shivering lute refused; The fifth chord shrieked and snapped." "Yet one long used By a customary chance to every note And married word might come to know by rote An intricate air, and be but so possessed Of its true worth as the numb page, impressed With some choice sentence, of that wealth it owns" Yu-Pe-Ya thought; then, in the careful tones Of one who knows not whom he speaks with yet, He said, "Too rare the times when I have met And talked in equal hours with one of those Whom we call master minstrels; one who knows The answering rhythms, the complex harmonies, The difficult skill, knows the deep mysteries And far traditions of the lute; who hears As lovers see, to whom each look appears Familiar long and yet a fresh surprise Teaching new beauty to accustomed eyes. And if thou be...