Childhood in literature and art, with some observations on literature for children : $b A studyScudder, Horace Elisha
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Childhood in literature and art, with some observations on literature for children : $b A study
Scudder, Horace Elisha
Children in art; Children in literature
Again, in Alkestis, the last words of the heroine before she goes to her
sacrifice are a demand of Admetus that the integrity of their home shall
be preserved, and no step-dame take her place with the children. Both
Alkestis and Admetus, in that wonderful scene, are imaged to the eye as
part of a group, and, though the children themselves do not speak, the
words and the very gestures are directed toward them.
_Alkestis._ My children, ye have heard your father’s pledge
Never to set a step-dame over you,
Or thrust me from the allegiance of his heart.
_Admetus._ What now I say shall never be unsaid.
_Alkestis._ Then here our children I entrust to thee.
_Admetus._ And I receive them as the gage of love.
_Alkestis._ Be thou a mother to them in my place.
_Admetus._ Need were, when such a mother has been lost.
_Alkestis._ Children, I leave you when I fain would live.
_Admetus._ Alas! what shall I do, bereft of thee?
_Alkestis._ Time will assuage thy grief: the dead are nought.
_Admetus._ Take, take me with thee to the underworld.
_Alkestis._ It is enough that I must die for thee.
_Admetus._ O Heaven! of what a partner I am reft!
_Alkestis._ My eyes grow dim and the long sleep comes on.
_Admetus._ I too am lost if thou dost leave me, wife.
_Alkestis._ Think of me as of one that is no more.
_Admetus._ Lift up thy face, quit not thy children dear.
_Alkestis._ Not willingly; but, children, fare ye well.
_Admetus._ Oh, look upon them, look!
_Alkestis._ My end is come.
_Admetus._ Oh, leave us not.
_Alkestis._ Farewell.
_Admetus._ I am undone.
_Chorus._ Gone, gone; thy wife, Admetus, is no more.[6]
A fragment of Danaë puts into the mouth of Danaë herself apparently lines
which send one naturally to Simonides:—
“He, leaping to my arms and in my bosom,
Might haply sport, and with a crowd of kisses
Might win my soul forth; for there is no greater
Love-charm than close companionship, my father.”[7]
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