{"id":175,"date":"2019-06-30T15:13:54","date_gmt":"2019-06-30T15:13:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/?p=175"},"modified":"2019-06-30T17:02:33","modified_gmt":"2019-06-30T17:02:33","slug":"the-song-of-callicles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/the-song-of-callicles\/","title":{"rendered":"The Song of Callicles"},"content":{"rendered":"<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-177 size-full\" title=\"Mt Etna ---Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,  Thick breaks the red flame.  All Etna heaves fiercely  Her forest-clothed frame.\" src=\"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Through-the-black-rushing-smoke-bursts-Thick-breaks-the-red-flame.-All-Etna-heaves-fiercely-Her-forest-clothed-frame..jpg\" alt=\"Mt Etna ---Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,  Thick breaks the red flame.  All Etna heaves fiercely  Her forest-clothed frame.\" width=\"850\" height=\"445\" srcset=\"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Through-the-black-rushing-smoke-bursts-Thick-breaks-the-red-flame.-All-Etna-heaves-fiercely-Her-forest-clothed-frame..jpg 850w, https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Through-the-black-rushing-smoke-bursts-Thick-breaks-the-red-flame.-All-Etna-heaves-fiercely-Her-forest-clothed-frame.-300x157.jpg 300w, https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Through-the-black-rushing-smoke-bursts-Thick-breaks-the-red-flame.-All-Etna-heaves-fiercely-Her-forest-clothed-frame.-768x402.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/>\n<p><strong>Matthew Arnold<br \/><\/strong>(from <em>Empedocles on Etna<sup>1<\/sup><\/em>)<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Thick breaks the red flame.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">All Etna heaves fiercely<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Her forest-clothed frame.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Not here, O Apollo!<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Are haunts meet for thee.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">But, where Helicon breaks down<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">In cliff to the sea.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Where the moon-silver\u2019d inlets<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Send far their light voice<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Up the still vale of Thisbe,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">O speed, and rejoice!<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">On the sward at the cliff-top,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Lie strewn the white flocks;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">On the cliff-side, the pigeons<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Roost deep in the rocks.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">In the moonlight the shepherds,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Soft lull\u2019d by the rills,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Lie wrapt in their blankets,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Asleep on the hills.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 209px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/matthew-Arnold.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border: 0px currentcolor; float: right; display: inline; background-image: none;\" title=\"Matthew Arnold\" src=\"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/matthew-Arnold_thumb.jpg\" alt=\"Matthew Arnold\" width=\"199\" height=\"251\" align=\"right\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">Matthew Arnold<sup>2<\/sup><\/p><\/div>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">\u2014What forms are these coming<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">So white through the gloom?<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">What garments out-glistening<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The gold-flower\u2019d broom?<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">What sweet-breathing Presence<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Out-perfumes the thyme?<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">What voices enrapture<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The night\u2019s balmy prime?\u2014<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">\u2018Tis Apollo comes leading<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">His choir, The Nine.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">\u2014The Leader is fairest,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">But all are divine.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">They are lost in the hollows.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">They stream up again.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">What seeks on this mountain<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The glorified train?\u2014<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">They bathe on this mountain,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">In the spring by their road.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Then on to Olympus,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Their endless abode.<br \/><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">\u2014Whose praise do they mention,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Of what is it told?\u2014<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">What will be for ever.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">What was from of old.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">First hymn they the Father<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">Of all things: and then,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The rest of Immortals,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The action of men.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">\u22c5<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The Day in his hotness,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The strife with the palm;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The Night in her silence,<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">The Stars in their calm.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h3>Biographical information on Matthew Arnold<\/h3>\n<ul>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Matthew_Arnold\">Wikipedia<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poets\/matthew-arnold\">Poetry Foundation<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.britannica.com\/biography\/Matthew-Arnold\">Encyclopaedia Britannica<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/poets.org\/poet\/matthew-arnold\">poets.org<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.newworldencyclopedia.org\/entry\/Matthew_Arnold\">New World Encyclopedia<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.encyclopedia.com\/people\/literature-and-arts\/english-literature-19th-cent-biographies\/matthew-arnold\">Encyclopedia.com <\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.enotes.com\/topics\/matthew-arnold\">enotes<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<div class=\"footnotes\">\n<ol>\n<li><em>Empedocles on Etna<\/em>, a dramatic poem by Matthew Arnold, was published anonymously in 1852.\u00a0 The poem is based on legends around the death of Empedocles (<em>c.<\/em> 490\u2013430 <span style=\"font-size: small;\">BCE<\/span>), a Greek philosopher and statesman. Portrayed as a man with no joy, who feels useless intellectually and politically, he plans to kill himself by leaping into the Mt. Etna volcano.\u00a0 Two friends Pausanias, a physician, and Callicles, a young Harp-player, try to live his depression, to no avail. <em>The Song of Callicles<\/em>\u00a0 begins just after Empedocles has thrown himself into the crater. \u2013 &#8220;Empedocles on Etna.&#8221; Encyclopaedia Britannica. March 28, 2011. Accessed June 29, 2019. <a href=\"&quot;Empedocles on Etna.&quot; Encyclopaedia Britannica. March 28, 2011. Accessed June 29, 2019. https:\/\/www.britannica.com\/topic\/Empedocles-on-Etna\">https:\/\/www.britannica.com\/topic\/Empedocles-on-Etna<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Elliott &amp; Fry. <i>Matthew Arnold<\/i>. c. 1883. National Portait Gallery, London. In <i>National Portrai Gallery<\/i>. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.npg.org.uk\/collections\/search\/portraitLarge\/mw115288\/Matthew-Arnold\">https:\/\/www.npg.org.uk\/collections\/search\/portraitLarge\/mw115288\/Matthew-Arnold<\/a>.\n<div><a href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-nc-nd\/3.0\/\">Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0)<\/a><\/div>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<\/div>\n<h3>\u00a0<\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Matthew Arnold(from Empedocles on Etna1) Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. \u22c5 Not here, O Apollo! Are haunts meet for thee. But, where Helicon breaks down In cliff to the sea. \u22c5 Where the moon-silver\u2019d inlets Send far their light voice Up the still [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-175","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-arnold-matthew"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=175"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}