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Identifier: programme1920bost (find matches)
Title: Programme
Year: 1881 (1880s)
Authors: Boston Symphony Orchestra
Subjects: Boston Symphony Orchestra Concert programs
Publisher: Boston, Mass. : Boston Symphony Orchestra
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Symphony Orchestra

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the bay leaves and the charms;she orders her to crown the caldron with fiery wool. She singsher soft low song to the moon and to Hecate, the dweller in theshades, at whose approach even the dogs quake. Turn, magic wheel, draw homeward him I love.First we ignite the grain. Nay, pile it on;Where are thy wits flown, timorous Thestylis?Shall I be flouted, I, by such as thou?Pile, and still say, This pile is of his bones. Turn, magic wheel, draw homeward him I love.Delphis racks me: I burn him in these bays.As, flame-enkindled, they lift up their voice,Blaze once, and not a trace is left behind:So waste his flesh to powder in yon fire! Importations of Ladies and MissesCoats, Suits, Gowns and Wraps Our merchandise is of the Fifth Avenue, New Yorkand Parisienne designs We invite inspection 46 TEMPLE PLACE - - BOSTON 3d FLOOR FRONT Cleverly designed to combine BACK ^^^ correct lines with entire comfort LACE TT r^ 1 1 ni \Yr o 585 boylston street r U L L U W o COPLEY square, boston, mass. 1298
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1299 Turn, magic wheel, draw homeward him I love.Een as I melt, not uninispired, the wax,May Mindian Delphis melt this hour with love:And, swiftly as this brazen wheel whirls round,May Aphrodite whirl him to my door. Turn, magic wheel, draw homeward him I love.Next burn the husks. Hells adamantine floorAnd aught that else stands firm can Artemis move.Thestylis, the hounds bay up and down the town:The goddess stands i the crossroads: sound the gongs. Turn, magic wheel, draw homeward him I love.He lost this tassel from his robe; which IShred thus, and cast it on the raging flames.Ah, baleful love! Why, like the Marsh-born leech,Cling to my flesh, and drain my dark veins dry? Turn, magic wheel, draw homeward him I love.From a crushed eft to-morrow he shall drinkDeath! But now, Thestylis, take these herbs and smearThat threshold oer, whereto at heart I clingStill, still,—albeit he thinks scorn of me,—And spilt, and say, Tis Delphis bones I smear.Turn, magic wheel, draw homeward him I

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