For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . FROM THE FRENCH AND ITALIAN.. XXXIII. THE ANTIQUE MEDAL. (I/Etna murit toujours la pourpre et lor du vin)Jose-Maria de Heredia. Still Aetna ripens wine of gold and purple stainWherewith antique Erigone warmed Theocrite,But the graceful maids from whom his verses caught delight, The poet now would seek for them in vain. From her profile losing the purity divine,Arethusa, slave and favorite by turns,Has mingled in her vein, where Greek blood burns, The Saracen fury with the hauteur Angevine. All yields to time: even the marbl
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For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . FROM THE FRENCH AND ITALIAN.. XXXIII. THE ANTIQUE MEDAL. (I/Etna murit toujours la pourpre et lor du vin)Jose-Maria de Heredia. Still Aetna ripens wine of gold and purple stainWherewith antique Erigone warmed Theocrite, But the graceful maids from whom his verses caught delight, The poet now would seek for them in vain. From her profile losing the purity divine, Arethusa, slave and favorite by turns, Has mingled in her vein, where Greek blood burns, The Saracen fury with the hauteur Angevine. All yields to time: even the marble its use.Agrigentum is only a shade, and Syracuse Beneath her soft blue sky sleeps out her doom.The hard metal alone, obeying Love docilely, Still, on medals of silver, retains in its bloomThe immortal beauty of the virgins of Sicily. At 1460 Belmont Street, May 1, 1910. 34 XXXIV.MICHAEL ANGELO. (Certe, il 6tait hantd dun tragique tourment, )Josb-Maria db HbrBdia. Surely, he was haunted by a tragic torment, When in the Sistine, and far from Roman fetes, Solitary, he painted sibyls and prophets, And