Rhododaphne: or The Thessalian Spell

by Thomas Love Peacock

RHODODAPHNE.

T. DAVISON, Lombard-street,
Whitefriars, London.

RHODODAPHNE:

OR

THE THESSALIAN SPELL.

A POEM.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR T. HOOKHAM, JUN. OLD BOND-STREET; AND BALDWIN, CRADOCK, AND JOY, PATERNOSTER-ROW.

1818.

RHODODAPHNE,

 

OR

 

THE THESSALIAN SPELL.

 

Rogo vos, oportet, credatis, sunt mulieres plus sciæ, sunt nocturnæ, et quod sursum est deorsum faciunt.—Petronius.

The bards and sages of departed GreeceYet live, for mind survives material doom;Still, as of yore, beneath the myrtle bloomThey strike their golden lyres, in sylvan peace.Wisdom and Liberty may never cease,Once having been, to be: but from the tombTheir mighty radiance streams along the gloomOf ages evermore without decrease.Among those gifted bards and sages old,Shunning the living world, I dwell, and hear,Reverent, the creeds they held, the tales they told:And from the songs that charmed their latest ear,A yet ungathered wreath, with fingers bold,I weave, of bleeding love and magic mysteries drear.

Contents (not listed in original)

• Preface
• Canto I.
• Canto II.
• Canto III.
• Canto IV.
• Canto V.
• Canto VI.
• Canto VII.
• Notes

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T. Davison, Lombard-street,
Whitefriars, London.

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