I have bedimmed The noontide
sun, called forth the mutinous winds, And twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
What matters from the narrating poet's arch and elevated perspective is not the dance of self-disclosure or the transparent veils of self-concealment but the shallowness of youthful self-indulgence described as not even a beast's life but an insect's--"Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide
sun / Disporting there like any other fly" (1.
The struggle for survival is fought on two fronts: first, against the prison officials, "the mindlessness of evil made flesh" (1972: 228) and, second and more importantly, "against unreason/ Against the dark sprung moment of the trap/ Against the noontide
sun: the field journals of the Reverend Stephen Bowers.
This is part of it: Th' outstretching lake, imbosomed 'mong the hills, The eye with wonder and amazement fills; The Tay meand'ring sweet in infant pride, The palace rising on his verdant side, The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native taste, The arches striding o'er the new-born stream, The village glittering in the noontide
It can still be read there today, and here's part of it: Th' outstretching lake, imbosomed 'mong the hills, The eye with wonder and amazement fills; The Tay meand'ring sweet in infant pride, The palace rising on his verdant side, The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native taste, The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless haste, The arches striding o'er the new-born stream, The village glittering in the noontide
beam Kenmore's other famous visitor was Queen Victoria, who stayed at the neo-gothic, 19th century Taymouth Castle, which contained some of the most opulent interiors of the era.
Where plumy songsters strain their little throats, And fill th' air with their harmonious notes, Where lowing kine and bleating flocks repair From Phoebus' ray, to taste the noontide
But even at noontide
, I fail to see how lap-dancing aficionados would intimidate.
Vivian Bird (Newport Beach, CA: The Noontide
Press, 1982), lxi.
I wound my way down to the lower pasture and found the cows lying there where the road curved right and a few oaks made a noontide
I want you in the morning When the dawn comes stealing in; I want you at the noontide
, 'Mid the bustle and the din.
Dybbroe Moller's exhibition--his US solo debut--was titled "The Demon of Noontide
," and this work's meeting of intellectual curiosity and abstracted, distracted game playing made for a neat evocation of cultured ennui.