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Cyprian Cypris : Aphrodite, from her sanctuaries in Cyprus (at Paphos & Amathus).

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... from Manuscripts (Circa 1900-1901) Collected Poems A Doubt Many boons the new years make us     But the old world's gifts were three, Dove of Cypris, wine of Bacchus,     Pan's sweet pipe in Sicily. Love, wine, song, the core of living     Sweetest, oldest, musicalest. If at end of forward striving     These, Life's first, proved also best ...

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... born of his musings": 2 "What shall I say to the thought that is calm in thy breasts, O Athene? Have I not given thee earth for thy portion, throned thee and armoured, Darkened Cypris' smile, dimmed Hera's son and Latona's? Swift in thy silent ambition, proud of thy radiant sternness, Girl, thou shalt rule with the Greek and the Saxon, the Frank and the Roman. ...

... a snatch from the Greek Anthology meets us with yet a personal accent in the earth-wisdom of A Doubt: Many boons the new years make us But the old world's gifts were three, Dove of Cypris, wine of Bacchus, Pan's sweet pipe in Sicily. Love, wine, song, the core of living Sweetest, oldest, musicalest, If at end of forward striving These, Life's first, proved ...

... Haephaestus, made the thunderbolts of Zeus and were credited with erecting the fortifications of some ancient cities. A Cyclops carrying a pile of rocks (6th century BC) Cypris: An epithet of Aphrodite, whose sanctuaries on the island of Cyprus was especially renown. Cythera: An island of the Southeast promontory of the Peloponnesus on which there was a sanctuary ...

... branches, Naiads glance up from the waters; High are her flame-points of joy and the gods are ensnared by her daughters. Artemis calls as she flees through the glades and the breezes pursue her; Cypris laughs in her isles where the ocean-winds linger to woo her. Here thou shalt meet amid beauty forgotten the dance of the Graces; Night shall be haunted for ever with strange and delicate faces. ...

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... the branches, Naiads glance up through the waters; Heaven has dances of joy and the gods are ensnared by her daughters. Artemis calls as she flees through the glades and the breezes pursue her, Cypris laughs in her isles where the Ocean-winds linger to woo her. Thou shalt behold in glades forgotten the dance of the Graces, Night shall be haunted for ever with strange and delicate faces. Lo, all ...

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... judges her father and all things. "What shall I say to the thought that is calm in thy breasts, O Athene? Have I not given thee earth for thy portion, throned thee and armoured, Darkened Cypris' smile, dimmed Hera's son and Latona's? Swift in thy silent ambition, proud in thy radiant sternness, Girl, thou shalt rule with the Greek and the Saxon, the Frank and the Roman. Worker ...

... compact and more elegantly effective. A Doubt is from one of Sri Aurobindo's posthumous collections: Many boons the new years make us But the old world's gifts were three, Dove of Cypris, wine of Bacchus. Pan's sweet pipe in Sicily. Love, wine, song, the core of living Sweetest, oldest, musicalest. If at end of forward striving These, Life's first, proved also ...

... their fates where they knotted and crossed for the parting, One with the curse of the gods and his sire fast wending to Hades, Fortunate, blessed the other; yet equal their minds were and virtues. Cypris' son to the Antenorid: "Thee I have sought and thy brothers, Bough of Antenor; sore is our need today of thy counsels, Endless our want of their arms that are strong and their hearts that recoil... stern is thy will, O Aeneas; Onward it moves undismayed to its goal though a city be ruined. They too guide thee who deepest see of the ageless immortals, One with her heart and one in his spirit, Cypris and Phoebus. Yet might a man not knowing this think as he watched thee, Aeneas, Spurring Priam's race to its fall he endangers this city, Hoping to build a throne out of ruins sole in the Troad... observes and judges her father and all things. "What shall I say to the thought that is calm in thy breasts, O Athene? Have I not given thee earth for thy portion, throned thee and armoured, Darkened Cypris' smile, dimmed Hera's son and Latona's? Swift in thy silent ambition, proud in thy radiant sternness, Girl, thou shalt rule with the Greek and the Saxon, the Frank and the Roman. Worker and fighter ...

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... example of the Classical spirit in a happy mood I may cite two stanzas, titled "A Doubt": Page 10 Many boons the new years make us But the old world's gifts were three, Dove of Cypris, wine of Bacchus, Pan's sweet pipe in Sicily. Love, wine, song, the core of living Sweetest, oldest, musicalest, If at end of forward striving These, Life's first, proved also ...

... play of reigning? CLEONE I would have many perfect tortures made To hurt the Parthian with, for every nerve Page 219 A torture. I would lie in flowers the while Drinking sweet Cyprian wine and hear her moan. PHAYLLUS I do not like your thought; have better ones. CLEONE Shall I not satisfy my love, my hate? Then just as well I might not reign at all. PHAYLLUS ...