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The Lion of Chaeronea

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A blog dedicated to classical antiquity, poetry, and the visual arts. All translations of Greek and Latin are my own unless otherwise noted.
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“Spring” - Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;  Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;  The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush  The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy?  A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,  Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,  Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Early Spring, Ernest Lawson, 1918

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“The Shepherd” - William Blake (1757-1827)

How sweet is the Shepherd’s sweet lot, From the morn to the evening he strays: He shall follow his sheep all the day And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lamb’s innocent call, And he hears the ewe’s tender reply, He is watchful while they are in peace, For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.

The Young Christ as the Good Shepherd, Bartolomé Esteban Murillo (1617-1682)

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“The Morning-Watch” - Henry Vaughan (1621-1695)

O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow’rs And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds! All the long hours Of night, and rest, Through the still shrouds Of sleep, and clouds, This dew fell on my breast; Oh, how it bloods And spirits all my earth! Hark! In what rings And hymning circulations the quick world Awakes and sings; The rising winds And falling springs, Birds, beasts, all things Adore Him in their kinds. Thus all is hurl’d In sacred hymns and order, the great chime And symphony of nature. Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit voice, And vocal joys Whose echo is heav’n’s bliss. O let me climb When I lie down! The pious soul by night Is like a clouded star whose beams, though said To shed their light Under some cloud, Yet are above, And shine and move Beyond that misty shroud. So in my bed, That curtain’d grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide My lamp and life, both shall in Thee abide.

Morning at Grand Manan, Alfred Thompson Bricher, 1878

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“Spring” - Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –           When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;       Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush         Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring         The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;   The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush          The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush        With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.        

What is all this juice and all this joy?           A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,           Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,         Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,           Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Early Spring - Bluebonnets and Mesquite, Julian Onderdonk, 1919

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“Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau” - William Blake (1757-1827)

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau: Mock on, mock on: ‘tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a Gem, Reflected in the beam divine; Blown back they blind the mocking Eye, But still in Israel’s paths they shine. The Atoms of Democritus And Newton’s Particles of Light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright.

Crossing of the Red Sea, Hans III Jordaens (ca. 1595-1643)

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“Redemption” - George Herbert (1593-1633)

Having been tenant long to a rich lord,    Not thriving, I resolvèd to be bold,    And make a suit unto him, to afford A new small-rented lease, and cancel th’ old. In heaven at his manor I him sought;    They told me there that he was lately gone    About some land, which he had dearly bought Long since on earth, to take possessiòn. I straight returned, and knowing his great birth,    Sought him accordingly in great resorts;    In cities, theaters, gardens, parks, and courts; At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth            Of thieves and murderers; there I him espied,    Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died.

Christ as Savior, Geronimo de Bobadilla, 2nd half of 16th century

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“The Donkey” - G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)

When fishes flew and forests walked   And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood   Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry   And ears like errant wings, The devil’s walking parody   On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth,   Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,   I keep my secret still. Fools! For I also had my hour;   One far fierce hour and sweet: There was a shout about my ears,   And palms before my feet.

The Entry of Christ into Jerusalem, Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1897   

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