_ I have looked to all things needful, and will now
Receive reports of progress made in such
Orders as I had given, and then return
To hear your further pleasure.
Receive reports of progress made in such
Orders as I had given, and then return
To hear your further pleasure.
Byron
_ No: like the dam
Of the young lion, femininely raging
(And femininely meaneth furiously, 380
Because all passions in excess are female,)
Against the hunter flying with her cub,
She urged on with her voice and gesture, and
Her floating hair and flashing eyes,[21] the soldiers,
In the pursuit.
_Sal. _ Indeed!
_Sar. _ You see, this night
Made warriors of more than me. I paused
To look upon her, and her kindled cheek;
Her large black eyes, that flashed through her long hair
As it streamed o'er her; her blue veins that rose
Along her most transparent brow; her nostril 390
Dilated from its symmetry; her lips
Apart; her voice that clove through all the din,
As a lute pierceth through the cymbal's clash,
Jarred but not drowned by the loud brattling; her
Waved arms, more dazzling with their own born whiteness
Than the steel her hand held, which she caught up
From a dead soldier's grasp;--all these things made
Her seem unto the troops a prophetess
Of victory, or Victory herself,
Come down to hail us hers. [22]
_Sal. _ (_aside_). This is too much. 400
Again the love-fit's on him, and all's lost,
Unless we turn his thoughts. (_Aloud_. ) But pray thee, Sire,
Think of your wound--you said even now 'twas painful.
_Sar. _ That's true, too; but I must not think of it.
_Sal.
_ I have looked to all things needful, and will now
Receive reports of progress made in such
Orders as I had given, and then return
To hear your further pleasure.
_Sar. _ Be it so.
_Sal. _ (_in retiring_). Myrrha!
_Myr. _ Prince!
_Sal. _ You have shown a soul to-night,
Which, were he not my sister's lord----But now 410
I have no time: thou lovest the King?
_Myr. _ I love
Sardanapalus.
_Sal. _ But wouldst have him King still?
_Myr. _ I would not have him less than what he should be.
Of the young lion, femininely raging
(And femininely meaneth furiously, 380
Because all passions in excess are female,)
Against the hunter flying with her cub,
She urged on with her voice and gesture, and
Her floating hair and flashing eyes,[21] the soldiers,
In the pursuit.
_Sal. _ Indeed!
_Sar. _ You see, this night
Made warriors of more than me. I paused
To look upon her, and her kindled cheek;
Her large black eyes, that flashed through her long hair
As it streamed o'er her; her blue veins that rose
Along her most transparent brow; her nostril 390
Dilated from its symmetry; her lips
Apart; her voice that clove through all the din,
As a lute pierceth through the cymbal's clash,
Jarred but not drowned by the loud brattling; her
Waved arms, more dazzling with their own born whiteness
Than the steel her hand held, which she caught up
From a dead soldier's grasp;--all these things made
Her seem unto the troops a prophetess
Of victory, or Victory herself,
Come down to hail us hers. [22]
_Sal. _ (_aside_). This is too much. 400
Again the love-fit's on him, and all's lost,
Unless we turn his thoughts. (_Aloud_. ) But pray thee, Sire,
Think of your wound--you said even now 'twas painful.
_Sar. _ That's true, too; but I must not think of it.
_Sal.
_ I have looked to all things needful, and will now
Receive reports of progress made in such
Orders as I had given, and then return
To hear your further pleasure.
_Sar. _ Be it so.
_Sal. _ (_in retiring_). Myrrha!
_Myr. _ Prince!
_Sal. _ You have shown a soul to-night,
Which, were he not my sister's lord----But now 410
I have no time: thou lovest the King?
_Myr. _ I love
Sardanapalus.
_Sal. _ But wouldst have him King still?
_Myr. _ I would not have him less than what he should be.
