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Updated: May 17, 2025
Thou hast made his mouth Avid of all dominion and all mightiness, All sorrow, all delight, all topless grandeurs, All beauty, and all starry majesties, And dim transtellar things; even that it may, Filled in the ending with a puff of dust, Confess "It is enough." Yes, it is enough.
It was vaguely like a topless surry, but cumbrous with unwholesome excrescences fore and aft, while underneath were spinning leather belts and something that whirred and howled and seemed to stagger. The ride-stealers made no attempt to fasten their sleds to a contrivance so nonsensical and yet so fearsome.
When Uncle came home, he found me reading an interview with him which contained the momentous information that he would say nothing. "We shall not again forget," he said with a deep sigh of relief, "that the face that launched a thousand ships And burned the topless towers of Ilion was Helen's. But the Metropolitan still stands.
Then, O foolish one, so much I will tell you: Yesterday I was Helen, who launched a thousand ships and shook the topless towers of Ilium. To-day I am Rosalind in the forest of Arden, and to-morrow I may be Antigone, or Ariel or Viola, or what you will. I am what I make myself or choose to be. I pray you, let that suffice." My face was wet with perspiration, and my heart thumped wildly.
As soon as the carpet came to a stop on the ground at the bottom of the inside of the tower it suddenly lost that raft-like stiffness which had been such a comfort during the journey from Camden Town to the topless tower, and spread itself limply over the loose stones and little earthy mounds at the bottom of the tower, just exactly like any ordinary carpet.
'the Ionian father of the rest: A million wrinkles carved his silver skin, A hundred winters snowed upon his breast. But who would not rather be Helen than Homer, her face launching a thousand ships and burning the topless tower of Ilion fairer than the evening air and simply but effectively attired in the beauty of a thousand stars?
Several nights later Mike and I were seated at a table in Crazy Horse, a topless bar that catered to Marines. He was short and stocky, intense. After a couple of beers, I said, 'So, I heard you were the cat burglar. That right?. "'Guess so, he said. I asked him how that had happened. "'It's so damned easy, he said. He had been adopted by a well-to-do couple.
Puzzled at Quantrell's sudden hesitation after his earlier cockiness, Alan took a couple of shuffling steps toward the bridge, slowly, keeping his eyes on the other starman. "I can't go with you," Kevin finally managed to say. His face was flushed and strained-looking. He was staring upward at the seemingly topless towers of the city. "It's too big for me." He choked back a half-whimper.
Far, far off, from where the real Helen waits, so "statue-like" the "agate lamp" in her hands wavers the face of that other Helen, the face "that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ilium." The longer poem under the same title, and apparently addressed to the same sorceress, is more entirely "in his mood."
When his Faustus says to Mephistopheles: One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee, To glut the longing of my heart's desire: That I may have unto my paramour That heavenly Helen which I saw of late; and when, his prayer being granted, he cries: Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burned the topless towers of Ilium?
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