Difference between revisions of "Hymn to Dionysus"
m |
|||
| (One intermediate revision by the same user not shown) | |||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
| − | Timbrels and violins sport round the Wine-presses: the little seed; | + | Timbrels and violins sport round the Wine-presses: the little seed;<br/> |
| − | The sportive root; the earth-worm; the gold beetle; the wise emmet | + | The sportive root; the earth-worm; the gold beetle; the wise emmet<br/> |
| − | Dance ’round the Wine-presses of Liber: the centipede is there; | + | Dance ’round the Wine-presses of Liber: the centipede is there;<br/> |
| − | The ground spider with many eyes; the mole clothed in velvet; | + | The ground spider with many eyes; the mole clothed in velvet;<br/> |
| − | The ambitious spider in his sullen web; the lucky golden spinner; | + | The ambitious spider in his sullen web; the lucky golden spinner;<br/> |
| − | The earwig, armed; the tender maggot, emblem of immortality; | + | The earwig, armed; the tender maggot, emblem of immortality;<br/> |
| − | The flea; louse; bug; the tape-worm; all the armies of disease, | + | The flea; louse; bug; the tape-worm; all the armies of disease,<br/> |
| − | Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating man; | + | Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating man;<br/> |
| − | The slow slug; the grasshopper that sings and laughs and drinks— | + | The slow slug; the grasshopper that sings and laughs and drinks—<br/> |
| − | Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur; | + | Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur;<br/> |
| − | The cruel scorpion is there; the gnat; wasp; hornet and the honey bee; | + | The cruel scorpion is there; the gnat; wasp; hornet and the honey bee;<br/> |
| − | The toad and venomous newt; the serpent, clothed in gems and gold; | + | The toad and venomous newt; the serpent, clothed in gems and gold;<br/> |
| − | They throw off their gorgeous raiment; | + | They throw off their gorgeous raiment; they rejoice with loud jubilee<br/> |
| − | Around the Wine-presses of Liber, naked and drunk with wine. | + | Around the Wine-presses of Liber, naked and drunk with wine.<br/> |
| − | There is the nettle that stings with soft down; and there | + | There is the nettle that stings with soft down; and there<br/> |
| − | The indignant thistle, whose bitterness is bred in his milk, | + | The indignant thistle, whose bitterness is bred in his milk,<br/> |
| − | Who feeds on contempt of his neighbor; there all the idle weeds | + | Who feeds on contempt of his neighbor; there all the idle weeds<br/> |
| − | That creep around the obscure places, show their various limbs, | + | That creep around the obscure places, show their various limbs,<br/> |
| − | Naked in all their beauty dancing ’round the Wine-presses. | + | Naked in all their beauty dancing ’round the Wine-presses.<br/> |
| − | But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not, nor dance; | + | But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not, nor dance;<br/> |
| − | They howl and writhe in shoals of torment; in fierce flames consuming; | + | They howl and writhe in shoals of torment; in fierce flames consuming;<br/> |
| − | In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires; | + | In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires;<br/> |
| − | In pits and dens and shades of death; in shapes of torment and woe; | + | In pits and dens and shades of death; in shapes of torment and woe;<br/> |
| − | The plates and screws and wracks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns; | + | The plates and screws and wracks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns;<br/> |
| − | The cruel joys of Liber’s daughters, lacerating with knives | + | The cruel joys of Liber’s daughters, lacerating with knives<br/> |
| − | And whips their | + | And whips their victims, and the deadly sport of Liber’s sons.<br/> |
Latest revision as of 01:15, 3 September 2005
Timbrels and violins sport round the Wine-presses: the little seed;
The sportive root; the earth-worm; the gold beetle; the wise emmet
Dance ’round the Wine-presses of Liber: the centipede is there;
The ground spider with many eyes; the mole clothed in velvet;
The ambitious spider in his sullen web; the lucky golden spinner;
The earwig, armed; the tender maggot, emblem of immortality;
The flea; louse; bug; the tape-worm; all the armies of disease,
Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating man;
The slow slug; the grasshopper that sings and laughs and drinks—
Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur;
The cruel scorpion is there; the gnat; wasp; hornet and the honey bee;
The toad and venomous newt; the serpent, clothed in gems and gold;
They throw off their gorgeous raiment; they rejoice with loud jubilee
Around the Wine-presses of Liber, naked and drunk with wine.
There is the nettle that stings with soft down; and there
The indignant thistle, whose bitterness is bred in his milk,
Who feeds on contempt of his neighbor; there all the idle weeds
That creep around the obscure places, show their various limbs,
Naked in all their beauty dancing ’round the Wine-presses.
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not, nor dance;
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment; in fierce flames consuming;
In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires;
In pits and dens and shades of death; in shapes of torment and woe;
The plates and screws and wracks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns;
The cruel joys of Liber’s daughters, lacerating with knives
And whips their victims, and the deadly sport of Liber’s sons.
