 The Age of Fable, Daedalus, by Thomas Bulfinch. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org, recorded by Alan Davis-Strake. James Joyce in Context, Volume 1, Telemachus. The Age of Fable, Daedalus, by Thomas Bulfinch. Daedalus. The labyrinth from which Theseus escaped by means of the clue of Ariadne, was built by Daedalus, a most skillful artisapher. It was an edifice with numberless winding passages and turnings, opening into one another, and seeming to have neither beginning nor end, like the river Meander, which turns on itself, and flows now outward, now backward, in its course to the sea. Daedalus built the labyrinth for King Minos, but afterwards lost the favour of the king and was shut up in a tower. He contrived to make his escape from his prison, but could not leave the island by sea, as the king kept strict watch on all the vessels, and permitted none to sail without being carefully searched. Minos may control the land and the sea, said Daedalus, but not the regions of the air. I will try that way. So he set to work to fabricate wings for himself and his young son Icarus. He wrought feathers together, beginning with the smallest and adding larger, so as to form an increasing surface. The larger ones he secured with thread and the smaller with wax, and gave the whole a gentle curvature like the wings of a bird. Icarus, the boy, stood and looked on, sometimes running to gather up the feathers which the wind had blown away, and then handling the wax and working it over with his fingers, by his play impeding his father and his labours. When at last the work was done, the artist, waving his wings, found himself buoyed upward and hung suspended, poising himself on the beaten air. He next equipped his son in the same manner and taught him how to fly, as a bird tempts her young ones from the lofty nest into the air. When all was prepared for flight, he said, Icarus, my son, I charge you to keep at a moderate height, for if you fly too low the damp will clog your wings, and if too high the heat will melt them. Keep near me and you will be safe. While he gave him these instructions and fitted the wings to his shoulders, the face of the father was wet with tears and his hands trembled. He kissed the boy, not knowing that it was for the last time. Then rising on his wings, he flew off, encouraging him to follow, and looked back from his own flight to see how his son managed his wings. As they flew, the pow-man stopped his work to gaze, and the shepherd leaned on his staff and watched them, astonished at the sight and thinking there were gods who could thus cleave the air. They passed Samos and Delos on the left, and Libanthos on the right, when the boy, exalting in his career, began to leave the guidance of his companion and soar upward, as if to reach heaven. The nearness of the blazing sun softened the wax which held the feathers together, and they came off. He fluttered with his arms, but no feathers remained to hold the air. While his mouth uttered cries to his father, it was submerged in the blue waters of the sea, which thenceforth was called by his name. His father cried, Icarus, Icarus, where are you? At last he saw the feathers floating on the water and bitterly lamenting his own arts. He burned the body and called the land Icaria in memory of his child. Dedalus arrived safe in Sicily, where he built a temple to Apollo and hung up his wings and offering to the god. Dedalus was so proud of his achievements that he could not bear the idea of arrival. His sister had placed her son Perdix under his charge to be taught the mechanical arts. He was an apt scholar and gave striking evidence of ingenuity. Walking on the seashore, he picked up the spine of a fish. Imitating it, he took a piece of iron and notched it on the edge and thus invented the saw. He put two pieces of iron together and connected them at one end with a rivet and sharpening the other ends and made a pair of compasses. Dedalus was so envious of his nephew's performances that he took an opportunity, when they were together one day on the top of a high tower, to push him off. But Minerva, who favours ingenuity, saw him falling and arrested his fate by changing him into a bird called after his name, the Partridge. This bird does not build its nest in the trees, nor take lofty flights, but nestles in the hedges and mindful of his fall avoids high places. The death of Icarus is told in the following lines by Darwin. And melting wax and loosen strings sank hapless Icarus on unfaithful wings. Headlong he rushed through the affrighted air with limbs distorted and disheveled hair. His scattered plumage danced upon the wave and sorrowing nereads decked his watery grave, or his pale course their pearly sea-flowers shed, and strewed with crimson moss his marbled bed, stuck in their coral towers the passing bell, and wild in ocean told his echoing knell. End of The Age of Fable Dedalus by Thomas Bullfinch The Roman Breiviery Liturgy for the Feast of John Chrysostomus This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Martin Giesen James Joyce in Context, Volume 1, Telemachus The Roman Breiviery Liturgy for the Feast of John Chrysostomus Collect of the Day Let us pray O Lord who didst vouchsafe to illumine thy church with the wondrous righteousness and doctrine of thy blessed confessor and bishop, St. Chrysostom, grant we beseech thee that the bounty of thy heavenly grace may evermore increase and multiply the same. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. The Lord loved him and adorned him. He clothed him with a robe of glory. O doctor, write excellent, O light of holy church, O blessed John Chrysostom, lover of the divine law, entreat for us the Son of God. Let us pray O Lord who didst vouchsafe to illumine thy church with the wondrous righteousness and doctrine of thy blessed confessor and bishop, St. Chrysostom, grant we beseech thee that the bounty of thy heavenly grace may evermore increase and multiply the same. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. If any man shall come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree and shall spread abroad like a cedar in libanus. Let us pray O God who makest us glad with the yearly festival of blessed polycarp, thy martyr and bishop, mercifully grant that as we now observe his heavenly birthday so we may likewise rejoice in his protections. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. Matins First Nocturn Graciously hear, O Lord Jesus Christ, the prayers of thy servants and have mercy upon us, who with the Father and the Holy Ghost, livest and rainest for ever and ever. Amen. vouchsafe, reverend Father, thy blessing. May the Father eternal bless us with a never-ending blessing. Amen. He that giveth his mind to the law of the most high will seek out the wisdom of all the ancients and be occupied in prophecies. He will keep the sayings of the renowned men and where subtle parables are he will be there also. He will seek out the secrets of grave sentences and be conversant in dark parables. He shall serve among great men and appear before princes. He will travel through strange countries, for he hath tried the good and evil among men. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. Well done, thou good and faithful servant, thou hast been faithful over a few things. I will make thee ruler over many things. Enter thou into the joy of the Lord. Lord, thou deliveredst unto me five talents. Behold, I have gained beside them five talents more. Enter thou into the joy of the Lord. vouchsafe, reverend Father, thy blessing. May the Son of God, the soul begotten, mercifully bless and keep us. Amen. The righteous will give his heart to resort early to the Lord that made him, and will pray before the most high, and will open his mouth in prayer and make supplication for his sins. When the great Lord will, he shall be filled with the spirit of understanding. He shall pour out wise sentences and give thanks unto the Lord in his prayer. He shall direct his counsel and knowledge, and in his secrets shall he meditate. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. Behold a great priest, who in his days pleased the Lord. Therefore by an oath the Lord assured him that he would increase him among his people. He established him with the blessing of all men and the covenant, and made it rest upon his head. Therefore by an oath the Lord assured him that he would increase him among his people. vouchsafe, reverend Father, thy blessing. May the grace of the Holy Spirit all our heart and mind enlighten. Amen. He shall show forth that which he hath learned, and shall glory in the law of the covenant of the Lord. Many shall commend his understanding, and so long as the world endures, it shall not be blotted out. His memorial shall not depart away, and his name shall live from generation to generation. Nations shall show forth his wisdom, and the congregation shall declare his praise. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. The Lord swear, and will not repent, thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek. The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou on my right hand, thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek. Second Nocturne. May his loving kindness and mercy assist us, who with the Father and the Holy Ghost, liveth and reigneth for ever and ever. Amen. vouchsafe, reverend Father, thy blessing. May God the Father Almighty show us his mercy and pity. Amen. John of Antioch, who on account of the golden stream of his eloquence, is called by the Greeks Krusostamos, or the Golden Mouthed, was a lawyer and man of the world of much eminence, before he turned his great intellect and wonderful industry to the study of things sacred. He took orders, and was ordained a priest of the Church of Antioch, and after the death of Nectarius was forced by the Emperor Arcadius to accept, though sorely against his own will, the Archbishopric of Constantinople. Having received the burden of a shepherd's office in the year 398, he set himself zealously to do his duty, struggling against the degradation of public morality and the loose lives of the nobility, and thereby drew upon himself the ill will of many enemies, especially the Empress Eudoxia, whom he had rebuked on account of the money of the widow Calitropa, and the land of another widow. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, thanks be to God. I have found David my servant, with my holy oil have I anointed him. My hand shall hold him fast. The enemy shall not be able to do him violence. The son of wickedness shall not hurt him. My hand shall hold him fast. Thou, safe Reverend Father, thy blessing. May Christ bestow upon us the joys of life eternal. Amen. Some bishops being assembled in a council at Chalcedon, which council the saint held to be neither lawful nor public. Although he was commanded to go there, he refused, whereupon Eudoxia, striving earnestly against him, caused him to be sent into exile. Soon after, however, the people of the city rose and demanded his recall, and he was then brought back again amid great public rejoicings. Nevertheless, he ceased not to war against vice and absolutely forbade the celebration of public games round the silver statue of Eudoxia in the square outside the church of the eternal wisdom. Upon this a party of bishops who were enemies to him banded together and obtained that he should be banished again, which was done accordingly amid the lamentations of widows and the poor, who felt as if they were being deprived of a common father. During this exile it almost parseth belief how much Chrysostom suffered and how many souls he turned to the faith which is in Christ Jesus. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. I have laid help upon one that is mighty. I have exalted one chosen out of the people. My hand shall hold him fast. I have found David my servant with my holy oil have I anointed him. My hand shall hold him fast. Bouchsafe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May God in kindle in our hearts the fire of his holy love. Amen. At this time a council was assembled at Rome, wherein Chrysostom's restoration to his sea was decreed by Pope Innocent I. But meanwhile he was suffering great hardships and cruelties on his journey at the hands of the soldiers who had him in charge. As he passed through Armenia he prayed in the church of the holy martyr Basiliskus and the same night that blessed conqueror appeared to him in a vision and said, Brother John, tomorrow thou shalt be with me. On the next day therefore he received the sacrament of the Eucharist and arming himself with the sign of the cross resigned his soul to God it being the 14th of September. As soon as he was dead a furious hailstorm took place at Constantinople and after four days the Empress died. The Emperor Theodosius, the son of Arcadius, brought the body of John Chrysostom to Constantinople with great state and numerously attended. And on the 27th of January laid it with magnificent honors in the grave beside which he prayed for the forgiveness of his own father and mother. The holy body was afterwards taken to Rome and is now buried in the Vatican Basilica. The number, devoutness and brilliance of St John Chrysostom's sermons and other writings, his acuteness in exposition and the close aptness of his explanations of holy scripture have been and are the object of universal wonder and admiration and often seem not unworthy to have been dictated to him by the Apostle Paul for whom he entertained a wonderful devotion. This most outstanding doctor of the Church universal was proclaimed and appointed the heavenly patron of sacred orators by the Supreme Pontiff Pius X. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. This is he who wrought mighty deeds and valiant in the sight of God and all the earth is filled with his doctrine. May his intercession avail for the sins of all the people. He was a man who despised the life of the world and attained unto the kingdom of heaven. May his intercession avail for the sins of all the people. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost. May his intercession avail for the sins of all the people. Third Nocturne. May the Lord Almighty and Merciful break the bonds of our sins and set us free. Amen. Vouch safe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May the Gospel's holy lecture be our safeguard and protection. Amen. At that time Jesus said unto his disciples, Ye are the salt of the earth. But if the salt have lost his savor, wherewith shall it be salted? Ahomily by St. John Chrysostom. Consider how that the Lord saith, Ye are the salt of the earth, by the which figure he showeth what a necessity of life is his teaching. By this figure he would have us know that we have an account to render, not of our own life only, but for the whole world. Not unto two cities, nor unto ten, nor unto twenty, nor unto one people, as I sent the prophets, so send I you. But I send you unto every land and sea, even unto the whole world, lying groaning as it is under the burden of diverse sins. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. The Lord loved him and adorned him. He clothed him with a robe of glory and crowned him at the gates of Paradise. The Lord put upon him the breastplate of faith and adorned him and crowned him at the gates of Paradise. Bouch save, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May he whose feast day we are keeping be our advocate with God. Amen. These words, Ye are the salt of the earth, show unto us the whole nature of man as savourless and of bad odour through the corruption of sin. And therefore he demanded from his followers such qualities as are most needful and useful to the furthering of the salvation of many. He that is lowly in spirit, compassionate, meek and a seeker after righteousness, shutteth not up his good things in his own heart, but rather is like a fountain whence good things freely flow forth unto his neighbour. He that is merciful, whose heart is pure, who seeketh peace, and who suffereth persecution for the truth's sake, is by the same token one whose life is for the good of the Commonwealth. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. In the midst of the congregation he opened his mouth and the Lord filled him with the spirit of wisdom and understanding. He shall find joy and a crown of gladness, and the Lord filled him with the spirit of wisdom and understanding. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost. And the Lord filled him with the spirit of wisdom and understanding. Bouch safe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May the King of Angels give us fellowship with all the citizens of heaven. Amen. Bouch thereafter such things as the Lord hath given over into their charge. For these things he himself hath made new and freed them from all taint before giving them. Christ is the power that doth deliver from the corruption of sin. To preserve from falling away again is the duty and toil commanded to the apostles. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. Lords The Lord guided the righteous in right paths and showed him the kingdom of God. Well done, good and faithful servant, thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things, saith the Lord. Let us pray. O Lord, who didst vouch safe to illumine thy church with the wondrous righteousness and doctrine of thy blessed confessor and bishop, Saint Chrysostom, grant we beseech thee that the bounty of thy heavenly grace may evermore increase and multiply the same. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Martin Geeson. Let us pray. O God, the strength of them that put their trust in thee, who didst establish thy blessed confessor and Pope Gregory with the strength of constancy to defend the freedom of thy church, grant we pray thee that by his prayers and good example we may manfully conquer all things contrary to our salvation. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. First Vespers The Lord loved him and adorned him, alleluia. He clothed him with a robe of glory, alleluia. O holy priest and bishop, thou worker of so many mighty works and good shepherd to Christ's flock, pray for us unto the Lord our God, alleluia. Let us pray. O God, of the strength of them that put their trust in thee, who didst establish thy blessed confessor and Pope Gregory with the strength of constancy to defend the freedom of thy church, grant we pray thee that by his prayers and good example we may manfully conquer all things contrary to our salvation. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. Light perpetual shall shine upon thy saints, O Lord, and an ageless eternity, alleluia. O ye holy and righteous, rejoiced in the Lord, alleluia. For God hath chosen you as his inheritance, alleluia. Let us pray. O eternal shepherd, do thou look favourably upon thy flock, which we beseech thee to guard and keep for evermore, through the blessed urban, thy martyr and supreme pontiff, whom thou didst choose to be the chief shepherd of the whole church. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. First Nocturne. Graciously hear, O Lord Jesus Christ, the prayers of thy servants and have mercy upon us, who with the Father and the Holy Ghost, livest and rainest for ever and ever. Amen. Vouch safe, reverent Father, thy blessing. May the Father eternal bless us with the never-ending blessing. Amen. This is a true saying. If a man desire the office of a bishop, desireeth a good work. A bishop must then be blameless, the husband of one wife, vigilant, sober, of good behaviour, given to hospitality apt to teach, not given to wine, no striker, not greedy of filthy lucre, but patient, not a brawler, not covetous, one that ruleth well his own house, having his children in subjection with all gravity. For if a man know not how to rule his own house, how shall he take care of the church of God? Not a novice, lest, being lifted up with pride, he fall into the condemnation of the devil. Moreover, he must have a good report of them which are without, lest he fall into reproach and the snare of the devil. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. Well done, thou good and faithful servant, thou hast been faithful over a few things. I will make thee ruler over many things. Enter thou into the joy of the Lord. Alleluia. Lord, thou deliverest unto me five talents. Behold, I have gained beside them five talents more. Enter thou into the joy of the Lord. Alleluia. Bouch safe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May the Son of God, the soul begotten, mercifully bless and keep us. Amen. For a bishop must be blameless as the steward of God, not self-willed, not soon angry, not given to wine, no striker, not given to filthy lucre, but a lover of hospitality, a lover of good men, sober, just, holy, temperate, holding fast the faithful word as he hath been taught, that he may be able, by sound doctrine, both to exhort and convince the gainsayers. For there are many unruly and vain talkers and deceivers, especially they of the circumcision, whose mouths must be stopped, whose subvert whole houses teaching things which they ought not for filthy lucre's sake. But thou, Lord, have mercy upon us, thanks be to God. Behold a great priest, who in his days pleased the Lord, therefore by an oath the Lord assured him that he would increase him among his people, hallelujah. He established him with the blessing of all men and the covenant, and made it rest upon his head. Therefore by an oath the Lord assured him that he would increase him among his people, hallelujah. Bouch safe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May the grace of the Holy Spirit all our heart and mind enlighten. Amen. But speak thou the things which become sound doctrine, that the aged men be sober, grave, temperate, sound in faith, in charity, in patience. The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becomeeth holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things, that they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed. Young men likewise, exhort to be sober-minded, in all things showing thyself a pattern of good works, in doctrine showing uncorruptness, gravity, sincerity, sound speech that cannot be condemned, that he that is of the contrary part may be ashamed, having no evil thing to say of you. But thou, Lord, have mercy upon us, thanks be to God. The Lord swear and will not repent, thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek, alleluia. The Lord said unto my Lord, sit thou on my right hand, thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek, alleluia. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost. Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek, alleluia. Second Nocturne, may his loving-kindness and mercy assist us, who with the Father and the Holy Ghost liveth and reigneth for ever and ever. Amen. Vouchsafe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May God the Father Almighty show us his mercy and pity. Amen. Hildebrand, who reigned as pope and of the name of Gregory VII, was born at Soana in Tuscany. By his teaching, by his holiness, and by his graces of all kinds, he was a noble light of the church, whose brightness hath shone throughout all lands. There is a story to the effect that when he was a little child without any schooling, he was playing at the feet of a carpenter, who was planing wood, and that God guided his hand to arrange the shavings which fell into the form of letters making the inspired words of David, he shall have dominion from sea to sea, a foreshadowing, as it were, of that wide lordship over the earth which was afterwards his. He was taken to Rome and brought up under the shelter of St. Peter. As a young man, he bitterly sorrowed over the oppression of the freedom of the church by the laity and over the corruption of the clergy themselves. He took the habit of a monk in the Abbey of Clooney, which was then in all the glory of the severest observance of the rule of St. Benedict. There he served God's majesty with such warmth of earnestness that the saintly fathers of the convent chose him to be their prior. But the providence of God had greater things in store for him, whereby to make him a source of health to many, and he was brought away from Clooney. He was first elected abbot of the monastery of St. Paul outside the walls at Rome and afterwards created a cardinal of the Roman church. Under the Pope's Leo IX, Victor II, Stephen IX, Nicholas II, and Alexander II he discharged great offices of trust and the duties of a legate and blessed Peter Damien, speaking of him at this time, who called him a man of most holy and honest thoughts. When Pope Victor II sent him as his legate into France he, by a miracle, forced the Bishop of Lyon who was befouled by the pollution of Simonie to acknowledge his sin. In the Council of Tours he wrung from Beringarious a second abduration of his heresy and he prevailed against the schism of Cadolaus and strangled it. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, thanks be to God. I have found David my servant with my holy oil I have anointed him. My hand shall hold him fast, alleluia. The enemy shall not be able to do him violence. The son of wickedness shall not hurt him. My hand shall hold him fast, alleluia. Bouch safe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May Christ bestow upon us the joys of life eternal. Amen. After the death of Alexander II Hildebrand, against his own will and to his own grief was on the twenty-second day of April in the year of Christ 1073 chosen Pope by one common consent of all. Reigning as Gregory VII he was as the sun shining upon the temple of the Most High. Mighty both in word and deed he toiled for the restoration of ecclesiastical discipline for the spread of the faith, for the defence of the freedom of the church for the suppression of error and corruption so that since the time of the apostles there is said never to have been a pope who bore more labour and trouble for the sake of God's church or contended more manfully for her liberties. He purged diverse provinces of the pollution of Simonie like a brave soldier he withstood without dread the unrighteous contendings of the emperor Henry IV setting himself as a wall of defence for the house of Israel. And when the said Henry fell into the depths of sin he cut him off from the communion of the faithful and from his kingdom and loosed the nations that were subject to him from their sworn allegiance. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. I have laid help upon one that is mighty. I have exalted one chosen out of the people. My hand shall hold him fast, alleluia. I have found David my servant with my holy oil I have anointed him. My hand shall hold him fast, alleluia. Thou, safe reverent Father, thy blessing. May God in kindle in our hearts the fire of his holy love. Amen. While he was celebrating solemn mass godly men saw a dove descend from heaven perch upon his right shoulder and spread out its wings so as to veil his head a testimony that it was not by reasonings of man's wisdom but by the teachings of the Holy Ghost that he was guided in his rule over the church. When the armies of the infamous Henry encompassed Rome and hedged her in on every side a great fire which the enemy had raised came extinct when Gregory made the sign of the cross towards it. The Norman Duke Robert Giscard at length delivered Gregory from the hand of Henry and he departed from Rome first to the abbey of Monte Cassino and then onward to Salerno to dedicate the church of St. Matthew at that place. While he was preaching to the people there on a certain day he was smitten with grievous pains and fell into a sickness whereof he foresaw that he should never be healed. As he lay on his deathbed Gregory's last words were I have loved righteousness and hated iniquity and therefore I am dying in exile. He was a man really holy a visitor of sin and a most leal soldier of the church. It is past reckoning how many sufferings he manfully bore and how much he wisely ordained in the many councils which he gathered together in Rome. He had been Pope twelve years when in the year of salvation one thousand and eighty-five he went hence to be ever with the Lord. Both during his life and after his death he was marked by signs and wonders not a few. His holy body was honourably buried in the cathedral church of Salerno. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. This is he who wrought mighty deeds and valiant in the sight of God and all the earth is filled with his doctrine. May his intercession avail for the sins of all the people. Alleluia! He was a man who despised the life of the world and attained unto the kingdom of heaven. May his intercession avail for the sins of all the people. Alleluia! Pray be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost. May his intercession avail for the sins of all the people. Alleluia! Third Nocturne. May the Lord Almighty and merciful break the bonds of our sins and set us free. Amen. Vouch safe, reverent Father, thy blessing. May the Gospel's holy lection be our safeguard and protection. Amen. At that time, when Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I, the Son of Man, am? A homily by Saint Leo the Pope. When the Lord, as we read in the Gospel, asked his disciples, Who did men, amid their diverse speculations, believe him, the Son of Man, to be? Blessed Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the Living God. And the Lord answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona, for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven. And I say also unto thee that thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven. And whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven. And whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. But the dispensation of truth perdures, and blessed Peter, persevering in the strength of the rock which he hath received, hath not relinquished the position he assumed at the helm of the church. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Thanks be to God. The Lord loved him and adorned him. He clothed him with a robe of glory, and crowned him at the gates of Paradise, Alleluia. The Lord put upon him the breastplate of faith and adorned him, and crowned him at the gates of Paradise, Alleluia. Bouch safe, Reverend Father, thy blessing. May he whose feast day we are keeping be our advocate with God. Amen. In the universal church it is as if Peter were still saying every day, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the Living God, for every tongue which confesseth the Lord is taught that confession by the teaching of Peter. This is the faith that overcometh the devil and luceth the bonds of his prisoners. This is the faith which maketh men free of the world and bringeth them to heaven, and the gates of hell are impotent to prevail against it. This is the rock which God hath fortified with such ramparts of salvation that the contagion of heresy will never be able to infect it, nor idolatry and unbelief to overcome it. And therefore, dearly beloved, we celebrate today's festival with reasonable obedience that in my humble person he may be acknowledged and honoured who doth continue to care for all the shepherds, as well as sheep entrusted unto him, and who doth lose none of his dignity even in an unworthy successor. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, thanks be to God. Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning, and be ye yourselves like unto men that wait for their Lord when he will return from the wedding. Alleluia! Watch, therefore, for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come, and be ye yourselves like unto men that wait for their Lord when he will return from the wedding. Alleluia! Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. And be ye yourselves like unto men that wait for their Lord when he will return from the wedding. Alleluia! Vouch, safe reverend Father, thy blessing. May the King of Angels give us fellowship with all the citizens of Heaven. Amen. Urban was a Roman who in the reign of Emperor Alexander Severus by his teaching and holy life brought many to believe in Christ. Among others was Valerian, the husband of the Blessed Cecilia, and Tiberius, the brother of Valerian, both of whom afterwards bravely underwent martyrdom. It was Urban who wrote the following words concerning the property of the church. Those things which his faithful ones make offering of unto the Lord must never be turned to any other use than those of the church or of our Christian brethren or of the poor. He sat in the chair of Peter six years, seven months, and four days, and being crowned with martyrdom was buried the cemetery of Pride Textatus on the 25th day of May. He held five ordinations in December wherein he ordained nine priests, five deacons, and eight bishops for diverse places. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, thanks be to God. Lords The Lord guided the righteous in right paths, alleluia, and showed him the kingdom of God, alleluia. Well done, good, and faithful servant, thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things, saith the Lord, alleluia. Let us pray. O God, the strength of them that put their trust in thee, who did establish thy blessed confessor and pope, Gregory, with the strength of constancy to defend the freedom of thy church, grant we pray thee that by his prayers and good example we may manfully conquer all things contrary to our salvation. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. Go forth, though ye daughters of Zion, and behold the martyrs with their crowns with which the Lord has crowned them in the day of solemnity and rejoicing, alleluia, alleluia. Right, dear, in the sight of the Lord, alleluia, is the death of his saints, alleluia. Let us pray. O eternal shepherd, do thou look favourably upon thy flock, which we beseech thee to guard and keep for evermore, to the blessed urban, thy martyr Supreme Pontiff, whom thou didst choose to be the chief shepherd of the whole church. Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. End of the Roman Breivery Liturgy for the Feast of Pope Gregory VII Recording by Martin Geeson in Hazelmere Surrey. A popular history of Ireland Book 2, Chapter 2 This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit the LibriVox.org. James Joyce in Context Volume 1, Telemachus A popular history of Ireland Book 2, Chapter 2 King Malachy I by Thomas Darcy McGee Malaglan or Malachy I sometimes called of the Shannon from his patrimony along that river brought back again the sovereignty to the centre, and in happier days might have become the second founder of Tara. But it was played enough then and it is tolerably so still that this was not to be an age of restoration. The kings of Ireland after this time says the quaint old translator of the annals of Clang McNoise had a good little of it down to the days of King Brian. It was, in fact, a perpetual struggle for self-preservation the first duty of all governments as well as the first law of all nature. The powerful action of the gentile forces upon an originally ill-centralised and recently much abused constitution seemed to render it possible that every new artery would prove the last. Under the pressure of such a deluge all ancient institutions were shaken by their foundations, and the venerable authority of religion itself, like a hermit in a mountain torrent, was contending for the hope of escape or existence. We must not therefore, amid the din of the conflicts through which we are to pass, condemn without scent or qualification those princes who were occasionally driven, as some of them were driven to that last resort, the employment of mercenaries, and those mercenaries often anti-Christians to preserve some show of native government and kingly authority grant that in some of them the use of such allies and agents cannot be justified on any plea or pretext of state necessity, where base ends or unpatriotic motives are clear or credible such treason to country cannot be too heartily condemned but it is indeed far from certain that such were the motives in all cases, or that such ought to be our conclusion and any in the absence of sufficient evidence to that effect. Though the Gentile power had experienced toward the close of the last reign such severe reverses, yet it was not in the nature of the men of Norway to abandon a prize which was once so nearly being their own. The fugitives who escaped as well as those who remained within the strong ramparts of Waterford and Dublin urged the fitting out of new expeditions to avenge their slaughtered countrymen and prosecute the conquest. But defeat still followed on defeat. In the first year of Malachy they lost 1200 men in a disastrous action near Castle Dermont, with Oklbar the Prince Bishop of Kassel, and in the same or the next season they were defeated with a loss of 10,000 men by Malachy at Fork and Meath. In the third year of Malachy, however, a new northern expedition arrived in 140 vessels, which, according to the average capacity of the long ships of that age, must have carried with them from 7,000 to 10,000 men. Fortunately for the assailed this fleet was composed of what they called black Gentiles or Danes, distinguished from their predecessors, the Fair Gentiles or Norwegians. A quarrel arose between the adventurers of the two nations as to the possession of a few remaining fortresses, especially of Dublin, and an engagement was fought along the Liffey, which lasted for three days. The Danes finally prevailed, driving the Norwegians from their stronghold and cutting them off from their ships. Two northern leaders are named Anlaf or Olaf, Citric or Sigurd, and Ivar, the first of the Danish earls, who established themselves at Dublin, Waterford, and Limerick respectively. Though the immediate result of the arrival of the great fleet of 1847 relieved for the moment the worst apprehensions of the invaded, and enabled them to rally their means of defense. But as Denmark had more than double the population of Norway, it brought them into direct collision with a more formidable power than that from which they had been so lately delivered. The tactics of both nations were the same. No sooner had they established themselves on the ruins of their predecessors in Dublin than the Danish forces entered East Mith under the guidance of Kenneth, a local lord, and overran the ancient town hall from the sea to the Shannon. One of their first exploits was burning alive 260 prisoners in the tower of Triløy, in the island of Løgauer, near Dönchalen. The next year his allies having withdrawn from the neighborhood, Kenneth was taken by King Malachy's men and the traitor himself drowned in a sack in the Little River Nani, which divides the two baronies of Dulik. This death penalty by drowning seems to have been one of the useful hints which the Irish picked up from their invaders. During the remainder of this reign the Gentile War resumed much of its old local and guerrilla character. The provincial chiefs and the artery occasionally employed bands of one nation of the invaders to combat the other and even to suppress their native rivals. The only pitched battle to be here is that of the two plains near Coolstown Kings County in the second last year of Malachy AD 859 in which his usual good fortune attended the king. The greater part of his reign was occupied, as always must be the case with the founder of a new line, and coercing into obedience his former peers. On this business he made two expeditions into Munster and took hostages from all the tribes of the Eugean race. With the same object he held a conference with all the chiefs of Ulster, Hugh of Ellach only being absent at Armaugh in the fourth year of his reign and a general feasts or assembly of all the orders of Ireland at Rathew in West Meath in his thirteenth year AD 857. He found not withstanding his victories and his early popularity that there are always those ready to turn from the setting to the rising sun and toward the end of his reign he was obliged to defend his camp near Armaugh by force from a knight assault from the discontented prince of Ellach who also ravaged his patrimony almost at the moment he lay on his deathbed. Malachy I departed this life on the thirteenth of November AD 860 having reigned sixteen years mournful is the news to the gale exclaimed the Elegant Bard red wine is spilt into the valley Aaron's monarch has died and the lament contrasts his stately form as he rode the white stallion with the striking reverse when his only horse this day that is the beer on which his body was born into the churchyard is drawn behind two oxen end of a popular history of Ireland book two, chapter two King Malachy I recording by David Lawrence in Brampton, Ontario July the 4th, 2009 St. Malachy from the Catholic Encyclopedia this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information if you are not a volunteer please visit LibriVox.org James Joyce in context, volume one Telemachus St. Malachy from the Catholic Encyclopedia St. Malachy whose family name was Omorgair was born in Arma in 1094 St. Bernard describes him as of noble birth he was baptised as Malachy and was trained under Imar O'Hagan subsequently Abbott of Arma after a long course of studies he was ordained priest by St. Silak, Celsus in 1119 in order to perfect himself in sacred liturgy and theology he proceeded to Lismore where he spent nearly two years under St. Mulchus he was then chosen Abbott in 1123 a year later he was consecrated Bishop of Connor and in 1132 he was promoted to the primacy of Arma St. Bernard gives us many interesting antidotes regarding St. Malachy and highly praises his zeal for religion both in Connor and Arma in 1127 he paid a second visit to Lismore and acted for a time as confessor to Cormac McCarthy Prince of Desmond while Bishop of Connor he continued to reside at Bangor and when some of the native princes sacked Connor he brought the Bangor monks to Envra County Cary where they were welcomed by King Cormac on the death of St. Celsus who was buried at Lismore in 1129 St. Malachy was appointed Archbishop of Arma 1132 owing to intrigues he was unable to take possession of his sea for two years even then he had to purchase the Bacchal Issue Staff of Jesus from Neal the usurping lay primate during three years at Arma as St. Bernard writes St. Malachy restored the discipline of the church growing lax during the intruded rule of a series of lay Abbott and had the Roman liturgy adopted St. Bernard continues having extirpated barbarism and re-established Christian morals seeing all things tranquil he began to think of his own peace he therefore resigned Arma in 1138 and returned to Connor dividing the sea into Down and Connor retaining the former he founded a priory of Austin cannons at Downpatrick and was unceasing to his neighbors early in 1139 he journeyed to Rome via Scotland, England and France visiting St. Bernard at Clairvaux he petitioned Pope Innocent for palliums for the seas of Arma and Cachel and was appointed Legate for Ireland on his return visit to Clairvaux he obtained five monks for a foundation in Ireland under Christian an Irishman as superior to St. Bernard in 1142 St. Malachy set out on a second journey to Rome in 1148 but on arriving at Clairvaux he fell sick and died in the arms of St. Bernard on 2nd November numerous miracles are recorded of him and he was also endowed with the gift of prophecy St. Malachy was canonized by Pope Clement III on 6th July 1199 and his feast is celebrated on 3rd November in order not to clash with the feast of all souls an account of the relics of St. Malachy will be found in Ming Petrology Cersus completus CLXXV for a discussion of the prophecies concerning the popes known as St. Malachy's prophecies the reader is referred to the article prophecies End of St. Malachy recorded by David Lawrence in Brampton, Ontario July 5th 2009 the prophecy of Malachy's by Dewey Reems Chapter 1 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit the LibriVox.org James Joyce in context Volume 1 Telemachus the prophecy of Malachy's by Dewey Reems Chapter 1 the burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by the hand of Malachy's I have loved you, sayeth the Lord and you have said wherein hath thou loved us was not Esau brother to Jacob, sayeth the Lord and I have loved Jacob but have hated Esau and I have made his mountains a wilderness and have given his inheritance to the dragons of the desert but if Edom shall say we are destroyed but we will return and build up what hath been destroyed thus sayeth the Lord of hosts they shall build up and I will throw down and they shall be called the borders of wickedness and the people with whom the Lord is angry forever and your eyes shall see and you shall say the son onrith the father and the servant his master if then I be a father where is my honour and if I be a master where is my fear sayeth the Lord of hosts to you, O priests that despise my name and have said wherein hath we despised thy name you offer polluted bread upon my altar and you say wherein hath we polluted thee and hath you say the table of the Lord is contemptible if you offer the blind for sacrifice is it not evil and if you offer the lame and the sick is it not evil offer it to thy prince if he will be pleased with it or if he will regard thy face sayeth the Lord of hosts and now beseechie the face of God that he may have mercy on you and done if by any means he will receive your faces sayeth the Lord of hosts who is there among you that will shut the doors and will kindle the fire on my altar gratis I have no pleasure in you sayeth the Lord of hosts and I will not receive a gift of your hand for from the rising of the sun even to the going down my name is great among the Gentiles and in every place there is sacrifice and there is offering to my name a clean oblation for my name is great among the Gentiles sayeth the Lord of hosts and you have profaned it in that you say the table of the Lord is defiled and that which is laid thereupon is contemptible with the fire that devoureth it and you have said behold of our labour and you puffed it away sayeth the Lord of hosts in a repin the lame and the sick and brought in an offering shall I accept it at your hands sayeth the Lord cursed is the deceitful man that hath in his flock a male and making a vow offerth in sacrifice that which is feeble to the Lord for I am a great king sayeth the Lord of hosts and my name is dreadful among the Gentiles and now, O ye priests this commandment is to you if you will not hear and if you will not lay it to heart to give glory to my name sayeth the Lord of hosts I will send poverty upon you and will curse your blessings yea I will curse them because you have not laid it to heart behold I will cast the shoulder to you and will scatter upon your face the dung of your solemnities and it shall take you away with it and you shall know that I sent you this commandment that my covenant might be with Levi sayeth the Lord of hosts my covenant was with him of life and peace and I gave him fear and he feared me and he was afraid before my name the law of truth was in his mouth and iniquity was not found in his lips he walked with me in peace iniquity and turned many away from iniquity for the lips of the priests shall keep knowledge and they shall seek the law at his mouth because he is the angel of the Lord of hosts but you have departed out of the way and have caused many to stumble at the law you have made void the covenant of Levi sayeth the Lord of hosts therefore have I also made you and base before all people as you have not kept my ways and have accepted persons in the law have we not all one father hath not one God created us why then doth every one of us despise his brother violating the covenant of our fathers Judah has transgressed and abomination has been committed in Israel and in Jerusalem has profaned the holiness of the Lord which he loved and hath married the daughter of a strange God the Lord will cut off the man that hath done this both the master and the scholar out of the tabernacles of Jacob and him that offerth an offering to the Lord of hosts and this again have you done you have covered the altar of the Lord with tears with weeping and bellowing or a regard to sacrifice neither do I accept any atonement at your hands and you have said for what cause because the Lord hath been witness between thee and the wife of thy youth whom thou has despised yet she was thy partner and the wife of thy covenant did not one make her and she is the residue of his spirit and what doth one seek but the seed of God despise thy spirit and despise not the wife of thy youth when thou shalt hate her put her away sayeth the Lord the God of Israel but iniquity shall cover his garment sayeth the Lord of hosts keep your spirit and despise not you have wearied the Lord with your words and you said wherein have we wearied him in that you say is good in the sight of the Lord and such please him or surely where is the God of judgment Chapter 3 behold I send my angel and he shall prepare the way before my face and presently the Lord whom you seek and the angel of the testament whom you desire shall come to his temple behold he cometh sayeth the Lord of hosts and he shall seek of the day of his coming and who shall stand to see him for he is like a refining fire and like the fullers herb and he shall sit refining and cleansing the silver and he shall purify the sons of Levi and shall refine them as gold and as silver and they shall offer sacrifices to the Lord in justice and the sacrifice of Judah and of Jerusalem shall please the Lord for he is like gold and in the ancient years and I will come to you in judgment and will be a speedy witness against sorcerers and adulterers and false-swearers and them that oppress the hireling in his wages the widows and the fatherless and oppress the stranger and have not feared me sayeth the Lord of hosts for I am the Lord and in days of your fathers you have departed from my ordinances and have not kept them return to me and I will return to you sayeth the Lord of hosts and you have said wherein shall we return shall a man afflict God for you afflict me and you have said wherein do we afflict thee in tithes and in first fruits and you are cursed with want bring all the tithes into the storehouse that there may be meat in my house and try me in this sayeth the Lord if I open not unto you the flood-gates of heaven and pour you out a blessing even to abundance and I will rebuke for your sakes the devourer and he shall not spoil the fruit of your land neither shall the vine nor shall you bless it for you shall be a delightful land sayeth the Lord of hosts your words have been unsufferable to me sayeth the Lord and you have said what have we spoken against thee you have said he labored in vain that serveeth God and what profit is it that we have kept his ordinances and that we have walked sorrowful before the Lord of hosts where for now we call the proud people happy for they that work wickedness are built up and they have tempted God and are preserved then they that feared the Lord spoke every one with his neighbor and the Lord gave ear and heard it and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that fear the Lord and think on his name and they shall be my special possession sayeth the Lord of hosts in the day that I do judgment and I will spare them the man spareth his son that serveeth him and you shall return and shall see the difference between the just and the wicked and between him that serveeth God and him that serveeth him not Chapter 4 for behold the day shall come kindled as a furnace and all the proud and all that do wickedly shall be stubble and the day that cometh shall set them on fire it shall not leave them root nor branch but unto you that fear my name the son of justice shall arise and health in his wings and you shall go forth and shall leap like calves of the herd and you shall tread down the wicked when they shall be ashes under the soul of your feet in the day that I do this sayeth the Lord of hosts remember the law of Moses my servant which I commanded him in Horeb for all Israel the precepts and judgments behold I will send you Elias the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord and he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children and the heart of the children to their fathers lest I come and strike the earth with anethema end of the prophecy of Malachius recording by David Lawrence in Brampton, Ontario May 14, 2009 The Triumph of Time by Algernon Charles Swinburne this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Martin Giesen James Joyce in context Volume 1, Telemachus The Triumph of Time by Algernon Charles Swinburne Before our lives divide forever while time is with us and hands are free time swift to fasten and swift to sever hand from hand as we stand by the sea I will say no word that a man might say whose whole life's love goes down in a day for this could never have been and never though the gods and years relent shall be is it worth a tear is it worth an hour to think of things that are well outworn a fruitless husk and fugitive flower the dream foregone and the deed foreborn though joy be done with and grief be vain time shall not sever us wholly in twain earth is not spoilt and has ruined the ungrown corn it will not grow again this fruit of my heart smitten with sunbeams ruined with rain the singing seasons divide and depart winter and summer depart in twain it will not grow again it is ruined at root the blood-like blossom the dull red fruit though the heart yet sickens the lips yet smart the savour of poisonous pain I have given no man of my fruit to eat I trod the grapes I have drunken the wine had you eaten and drunken and found it sweet this wild new growth of the corn and vine this wine and bread without leaves or leaven we had grown as gods as the gods in heaven souls fair to look upon all and mine in the change of years in the coil of things in the clamour and rumour of life to be we, drinking love at the furthest springs covered with love as a covering tree we had grown as gods as the gods above filled from the heart to the lips with love held fast in his hands clothed warm with his wings oh love, my love had you loved but me we had stood as the sure stars stand and moved as the moon moves loving the world and seen grief collapse as a thing disproved death consume as a thing unclean twain halves of a perfect heart made fast soul to soul while the years fell past had you loved me once as you have not loved had the chance been with us that has not been I have put my days and dreams out of mind days that are over dreams that are done though we seek life through we shall surely find there is none of them clear to us now, not one but clear are these things the grass and the sand where sure as the eyes reach ever at hand with lips wide open and face burnt blind the strong sea daisies on the sun the low downs lean to the sea the stream one loose thin pulseless tremulous vein rapid and vivid and dumb as a dream works downward sick of the sun and the rain no wind is rough with the rank rare flowers the sweet sea mother of loves and hours shudders and shines as the grey winds gleam turning her smile to a fugitive pain mother of loves that are swift to fade mother of mutable winds and hours a barren mother a mother made cold and clean as her faint salt flowers I would we twain where even as she lost in the night and the light of the sea where faint sounds falter and one beams wade break and are broken and shed into showers the love and hours of the life of a man they are swift and sad being born of the sea hours that rejoice and regret for a span born with a man's breath mortal as he loves that are lost ere they come to birth weeds of the wave without fruit upon earth I lose what I long for save what I can my love my love and no love for me is not much that a man can save on the sands of life in the straits of time who swims in sight of the great third wave that never a swimmer shall cross or climb some wave washed up with the straits and spars that ebb tide shows to the shore and the stars weed from the water grass from a grave a broken blossom a ruined rhyme for the sake I think what I would have done for the least words said I had wrung life dry for your lips to drink broken it up for your daily bread body for body and blood for blood as the flow of the full sea risen to flood that yearns and trembles before its sink I had given and laid down for you glad and dead yay hope at highest and time at fullest and all his dour I had given you surely and life to boot where we once made one for a single hour but now you are twain you are cloven apart flesh of his flesh but heart of my heart and deep in one is the bitter root and sweet for one is the lifelong flower to have died if you cared I should die for you clung to my life if you bade me played my part as it pleased you these were the thoughts that stung the dreams that smote with a keener dart than shafts of love or arrows of death these were butters fire is dust or breath or poisonous foam on the tender tongue of the little snakes that eat my heart I wish we were dead together today lost sight of hidden away out of sight clasped and clothed in the cloven clay out of the world's way out of the light out of the ages of worldly weather forgotten of all men altogether as the world's first dead taken wholly away made one with death filled full of the night how we should slumber how we should sleep far in the dark with the dreams we could use and dreaming grow to each other and weep laugh low live softly murmur and muse yay and it may be struck through by the dream feel the dust quicken and quiver and seem alive as of old to the lips and leap spirit to spirit as lovers use sick dreams and sad of a dull delight for what shall it profit to have dreamed to have loved with the whole soul's might to have looked for day when the day was fled let come what will there is one thing were to have had fair love in the life upon earth to have held love safe till the day grew night while skies had colour and lips were red would I lose you now would I take you then now that my heart has need and come what may after death to men what thing worth this will the dead years breed lose life lose all but at least I know oh sweet life's love having loved you so had I reached you on earth I should lose not again in death nor life nor in dream or deed yay I know this well where you once sealed mine mine in the blood's beat mine in the breath mixed into me as honey in wine not time that sayeth and gain sayeth nor all strong things had severed us then not wrath of gods not wisdom of men nor all things earthly nor all divine nor joy nor sorrow nor life nor death I had grown pure as the dawn you had grown as strong as the sun or the sea but none shall triumph a whole life through for death is one and the fates are three at the door of life by the gate of breath there are worse things waiting for men than death death could not sever my soul and you as these have severed your soul from me you have chosen and clung to the chance they sent you life sweetest perfume and pure as prayer but will it not one day in heaven repent you will they solace you wholly the days that were will you lift up your eyes between sadness and bliss meet mine and see where the great love is and tremble and turn and be changed content you the gate is straight I shall not be there had you chosen, had you stretched hand had you seen good such a thing were done I too might have stood with the souls that stand in the sun's sight clothed with the light of the sun but who now on earth need care how I live have the high gods anything left to give save dust and laurels and gold and sand which gifts are goodly but I will none oh all fair lovers about the world there is none of you none that shall comfort me my thoughts are as dead things wrecked and whirled round and round in a gulf of the sea and still through the sound and the straining stream through the coil and chafe they gleam in a dream the bright fine lips so cruelly curled and strange swift eyes where the soul sits free free without pity withheld from woe ignorant fair as the eyes are fair would I have you changed now changer to blow startled and stricken awake and aware yea if I could would I have you see my very love of you filling me and know my soul to the quick as I know the likeness and look of your throat and hair I shall not change you nay though I might would I change my sweet one love with a word I had rather your hair should change in a night clear now as the plume of a black bright bird your face fails suddenly cease turn gray die as a leaf that dies in a day I will keep my soul in a place out of sight far where the pulse of it is not heard far off it walks in a bleak blown space full of the sound of the sorrow of years I have woven a veil for the weeping face whose lips have drunken the wine of tears I have found a way for the failing feet a place for slumber and sorrow to meet there is no rumor about the place nor light nor any that sees or hears I have hidden my soul out of sight and said let none take pity upon me none comfort thy crying for lo, thou art dead lie still now safe out of sight of the sun have I not built the aggrave and wrought thy grave clothes on thee of grievous thought with soft spun verses and tears unshared and sweet light visions of things undone I have given the garments and balm and myrrh and gold and beautiful burial things but thou be at peace now make no stir is not thy grave as a royal king fret not thyself though the end were sore sleep be patient bex me no more sleep what else thou to do with her the eyes that weep the mouth that sings where the dead red leaves of the years lie rotten the cold old crimes and the deeds thrown by the misconceived and the misbegotten I would find the sin to do ere I die sure to dissolve and destroy me all through that would set you higher in heaven serve you and leave you happy when clean forgotten as a dead man out of mind am I your live hands draw me your face burns through me I am swift to follow you keen to see but love lacks might to redeem or undo me as I have been I know I shall surely be what should such fellows as I do nay my part were worse if I chose to play for the worst is this after all if they knew me not a soul upon earth would pity me and I play not for pity of these but you if you saw with your soul what man am I you would praise me at least that my soul all through clothe to you loathing the lives that lie the souls and lips that are bought and sold the smiles of silver and kisses of gold the lapdog loves that whine as they chew the little lovers that curse and cry there are fairer women I hear that may be but I, that I love you and find you fair who are more than fair in my eyes if they be to the high gods know or the great gods care though the swords in my heart for one were seven should the iron hollow of doubtful heaven that knows not itself whether night time or day be reverberate words I will go back to the great sweet mother mother and lover of men the sea I will go down to her I and none other close with her kiss her and mix her with me cling to her strive with her hold her fast oh fair white mother in days long past born without sister born without brother all is free oh fair green girdled mother of mine see that art clothed with the sun and the rain thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine thy large embraces are keen like pain save me and hide me with all thy waves find me one grave of thy thousand graves those pure cold populous graves of thine wrought without hand world without stain I shall sleep and move with the moving ships change as the winds change veer in the tide my lips will feast on the foam of thy lips I shall rise with thy writhing with thee subside sleep and not know if she be if she were filled full with the life to the eyes and hair as a rose is fulfilled to the rose leaf tips in the midsummer and perfume and pride this woven raiment of nights and days where it once cast off and unwound for me naked and glad would I walk in my ways alive and aware of thy ways and thee clear of the whole world hidden at home clothed with the green and crowned with the foam a pulse of the life of thy streams of the sea fair mother fed with the lives of men thou art subtle and cruel of heart men say thou hast taken and shall not render again thou art full of thy dead and cold as they but death is the worst that comes of thee thou art fed with our dead oh mother, oh sea but when hast thou fed on our hearts or when having given us love hast thou taken away oh tender hearted oh perfect lover thy lips are bitter and sweet thine heart the hopes that hurt and the dreams that hover shall they not vanish away and apart but thou, thou art sure thou art older than earth thou art strong for death and fruitful of birth thy depths conceal and thy gulfs discover from the first thou work and end thou art and grief shall endure not forever I know as things that are not shall these things be we shall live through seasons of sun and of snow and none be grievous as this to me we shall hear as one in a trance that hears the sound of time the rhyme of the years wrecked hope and passionate pain will grow as tender things untied sea sea fruit that swings in the waves that hiss drowned gold and purple and royal rings and all time past was it all for this times unforgotten and treasures of things swift years of liking and sweet long laughter that whisked not well of the years thereafter till love woke smitten at heart by a kiss with a lips that trembled and trailing wings there lived a singer in France of old by the tideless Dolores Midland sea in a land of sand and ruin and gold there shone one woman and none but she and finding life for her love's sake fail being famed to see her he bade set sail touched land and saw her as life grew cold and praised God seeing and so died he died praising God for his gift and grace for she bowed down to him weeping and said live and her tears were shed on his face or ever the life in his face was shed the sharp tears fell through her hair and stung once and her close lips touched him and clung once and grew one with his lips for a space and so drew back and the man was dead oh brother the gods were good to you sleep and be glad while the world endures be well content as the years were through give thanks for life and the loves and lures give thanks for life oh brother and death for the sweet last sound of her feet her breath for gifts she gave you gracious and few tears and kisses that lady of yours rest and be glad of the gods but I how shall I praise them or how take rest there is not room under all the sky for me that know not of worst or best dream or desire of the days before sweet things or bitterness anymore love will not come to me now though I die for you breast to breast I shall never be friends again with roses I shall load sweet tunes where a note grows strong relents and recoils and climbs and closes as a wave of the sea turned back by song there are sounds where the soul's delight takes fire face to face with its own desire a delight that rebels a desire that reposes I shall hate sweet music my whole life long the pulse of war and the passion of wonder the heavens that murmur the sounds that shine the stars that sing and the loves that thunder the music burning at heart like wine an armed archangel whose hands raise up all senses mixed in the spirit's cup till flesh and spirit asunder these things are over and no more mine these were a part of the playing I heard once there my love and my heart were at strife love that sings and have wings as a bird balm of the wound and heft of the knife fairer than earth is the sea and sleep than overwatching of eyes that weep now time has done with his one sweet word the wine and leaven of lovely life I shall go my ways tread out my measure fill the days of my daily breath with fugitive things not good to treasure do as the world does say as it says but if we had loved each other oh sweet had you felt lying under the palms of your feet the heart of my heart beating harder with pleasure to feel you tread it to dust and death ah had I not taken my life up and given all that life gives and the years let go the wine and honey the balm and leaven the dreams reared high and the hopes brought low come life come death not a word be said to you living and vex you dead I shall never tell you on earth and in heaven if I cry to you then will you hear or know end of the triumph of time by Algernon Charles Swinburne recording by Martin Geeson in Hazelnir Surrey Anabasis by Xenophon Book 4 Chapter 7 this is a Librivox recording all Librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit Librivox.org recording by Martin Geeson James Joyce in context Volume 1 Telemachus Anabasis by Xenophon Book 4 Chapter 7 translated from the Greek by H.G.Dakins after this time marched into the country of the Tarcians five stages 30 parasangs and provisions failed for the Tarcians lived in strong places into which they had carried up all their stores now when the army arrived before one of these strong places a mere fortress without city or houses into which a motley crowd of men and women and numerous flocks and herds were gathered Charisyphus attacked at once when the first regiment fell back tired a second advanced and again a third but it was impossible to surround the place in full force as it was encircled by a river presently Xenophon came up with the rear guard consisting of both light and heavy infantry where upon Charisyphus halted him with the words in the nick of time you have come we must take this place for the troops have no provisions to take it thereupon they consulted together and as Xenophon's inquiry what it was which hindered their simply walking in Charisyphus replied there is just this one narrow approach which you see but when we attempt to pass it by they roll down volleys of stones from yonder overhanging crag pointing up and this is the state in which you find yourself if you chance to be caught by eggs or ribs crushed to bits but when they have expended their ammunition said Xenophon there is nothing else is there to hinder our passing certainly except yonder hand full of fellows there is no one in front of us that we can see and of them only two or three apparently are armed and the distance to be traversed under fire is as your eyes will tell you about one hundred and fifty feet as near as can be and of this space the first hundred covered with great pines at intervals under cover of these what harm can come to our men from a pelt of stones flying or rolling so then there is only fifty feet left to cross during a lull of stones I said Charisyphus but with our first attempt to approach the bush a galling fire of stones commences the very thing we want said the other for they will use up their ammunition all the quicker but let us select a point from which we shall only have a brief space to run across if we can and from which it will be easier to get back if we wish thereupon Charisyphus and Xenophon set out with Calimacus the Parchasian the captain in command of the offices of the rear guard that day the rest of the captains remained out of danger that done the next step was for a party of about seventy men to get away under the trees not in a body but one by one everyone using his best precaution and Agasius the Stemphalian and Aristonimus the Methodrian who were also officers of the rear guard were posted as supports outside the trees for it was not possible for more than a single company to stand safely within the trees here Calimacus hit upon a pretty contrivance he ran forward from the tree under which two or three paces and as soon as the stones came whizzing he retired easily but at each excursion more than ten wagon loads of rocks were expended Agasius seeing how Calimacus was amusing himself and the whole army looking on as spectators was seized with the fear that he might miss his chance of being first to run the gauntlet of the enemy's fire and get into the place so without a word of summons to his neighbour Aristonimus or to Eurylicus of Lucia both comrades of his or to anyone else off he set on his own account and passed the whole detachment but Calimacus seeing him tearing past court hold of his shield by the rim and in the meantime Aristonimus the Methodrian ran past both and after him Eurylicus of Lucia for they were one and all aspirants to Valar and in that high pursuit each was the eager rival of the rest so in this strife of honour the three of them took the fortress and when they had once rushed in not a stone more was hurled from overhead and here a terrible spectacle displayed itself the women first cast their infants down the cliff and then they cast themselves after their fallen little ones and the men likewise in such a scene the next infallion an officer caught sight of a man with a fine dress about to throw himself over and seized hold of him to stop him but the other caught him to his arms and both were gone in an instant headlong down the crags and were killed out of this place the merest handful of human beings were taken prisoners but cattle and asses in abundance and flocks of sheep from this place they marched through the Calibes seven stages fifty parasangs these were the bravest men whom they encountered on the whole march coming cheerily to close quarters with them they wore linen curasses reaching to the groin and instead of the ordinary wings or basks a thickly plaited fringe of cords they were also provided with greaves and helmets and at the girdle a short sabre about as long as the Laconian dagger they cut the throats of those they mastered and after severing the head from the trunk they would march along carrying it singing and dancing when they drew within their enemy's field of view they carried also a spear fifteen cubits long lanced at one end this folk stayed in regular townships and whenever the hellenes passed by they invariably hung close on their heels fighting they had dwelling places in their fortresses and into them they had carried up their supplies so that the hellenes could get nothing from this district but supported themselves on the flocks and herds they had taken from the Taochins after this the hellenes reached the river Harpersas which was four hundred feet broad hence they marched through the Scythian's four stages twenty parasangs through a long level country to more villages among which they halted three days and got in supplies passing on from thence in four stages of twenty parasangs they reached a large and prosperous well populated city which went by the name of Gumnias from which the governor of the country sent them a guide to lead them through a district hostile to his own this guide told them that within five days he would lead them to a place from which they would see the sea and he added if I fail of my word you are free to take my life accordingly he put himself at their head but he no sooner set foot in the country hostile to himself than he fell to encouraging them to burn and harry the land indeed his exhortations were so earnest it was plain that it was for this he had come a knot out of the good will he bore the hellenes on the fifth day they reached the mountain the name of which was Teces no sooner had the men in front ascended it and caught sight of the sea than a great cry arose and Xenophon in the rear guard catching the sound of it conjectured that another set of enemies must surely be attacking in front for they were followed by the inhabitants of the country which was all aflame indeed the rear guard had killed some and captured others alive by laying an unbescade they had taken also about 20 wicker shields covered with the raw hides of shaggy oxen but as the shout became louder and nearer and those who from time to time came up began racing at the top of their speed towards the shouters and the shouting continually recommenced with yet greater volume as the numbers increased Xenophon settled in his mind that something extraordinary must have happened so he mounted his horse and taking with him Lysius and the cavalry he galloped to the rescue presently they could hear the soldiers shouting and passing on the joyful word the sea the sea thereupon they began running rear guard and all and the baggage animals and horses came galloping up but when they had reached the summit then indeed they fell to embracing one another generals and officers and all and the tears trickled down their cheeks and on a sudden someone, whoever it was having passed down the order the soldiers began bringing stones and erecting a great cairn whereon they dedicated a host of untanned skins and staves and captured wicker shields and with his own hand the guide hacked the shields to pieces inviting the rest to follow his example after this the Hellenes dismissed the guide and the present raised from the common store to wit a horse a silver bowl a Persian dress and ten dariks but what he most begged to have were their rings and of these he got several from the soldiers so after pointing out to them a village where they would find quarters and the road by which they would proceed towards the land of the Macronis as evening fell he turned his back upon them in the night and was gone and of Anabasis by Xenophon book 4 chapter 7 recording by Martin Giesen in Hazelmeer Surrey