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The Vanished World (1916)
by by Douglas Duer
Binding: Paperback, 68 pages
Publisher: Kessinger Publishing, LLC
Weight: 25
Dimension: H: 0.75 x L: 9 x W: 0.5 inches

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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PHRYNE'S FOUNTAIN Today the Spring awoke by Phryne's fount, Where olive leaves and dusky cypress blent With orchard boughs o'erbent, Wave by the waters that forever mount, Wave o'er the streams where once I dwelled content. Phryne the fair, whose shame and sweetness blushed In the petal curved lip, or looked and hid Beneath a violet lid, Or warm and rose red from the deep heart rushed To mask with flowers all the wrong she did; Phryne, whose breast the cherry blossom cup Full brimmed with dew, could teach no sweeter scent, The idle noon time spent By this cool flood forever welling up The waters took her sweetness where they went, That roses by the river lip might learn How to beset their beauty with a snare, And iris growing there Colour without scent's virtue; moss and fern To hide the cruel rock uncouth and bare! THE LAST PHCENICIANS They call us pirates up and down the seas Thieves of their women all the names of And fear: yet in the days when Tyre was great We brought them comforts, taught them how to please Their smoky Gods with incense. On their knees In ignorant fear they watched us beach our ships: We taught them Letters, and their thankless lips Curse us from Dacia to Hesperides! Now that the belly of the Tyrian sail No longer takes the wind, they cast us out, Or worse, come down to meet us with the sword; They mark the dwindling argosies, and hail Our fading force with festal song and shout: ' The Lion dies, and Jackal is the lord! ' A SONG OF LETHE Velvet soft her silence is, Cool and deep Such tranquillities of bliss Hath no mortal sleep Such a dark, delightful stillness, Quelling sorrow, care and illness! Over limbs that placid lie Lethe stream, Ever murmurous, pa...

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