{"product_id":"2940013761780","title":"The House of the Titans","description":"THE HOUSE OF THE TITANS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     The day was dead, and in the titans' hall\u003cbr\u003e     The darkness gathered like some monstrous beast\u003cbr\u003e     Prowling from pillar unto pillar:  yet\u003cbr\u003e     The brazen dais and the golden throne\u003cbr\u003e     Made a fierce twilight flickering with stars\u003cbr\u003e     Far in the depths.  And there the sky-born king,\u003cbr\u003e     Nuada, now king of earth, sat motionless,\u003cbr\u003e     A fading radiance round his regal brows,\u003cbr\u003e     The sceptre of his waning rule unused,\u003cbr\u003e     His heart darkened, because the god within,\u003cbr\u003e     Slumbering or unremembering, was mute,\u003cbr\u003e     And no more holy fires were litten there.\u003cbr\u003e     Still as the king, and pale and beautiful,\u003cbr\u003e     A slender shape of ivory and gold,\u003cbr\u003e     One white hand on the throne, beside him stood\u003cbr\u003e     Armid, the wise child of the healing god.\u003cbr\u003e     The king sat bowed:  but she with solemn eyes\u003cbr\u003e     Questioned the gloom where vast and lumbering shades,\u003cbr\u003e     A titan brood, the first born of the earth,\u003cbr\u003e     Cried with harsh voices and made an uproar there\u003cbr\u003e     In the king's dun oblivious of the king.\u003cbr\u003e     While Armid gazed upon them came a pain\u003cbr\u003e     That stirred the spirit stillness of her eyes,\u003cbr\u003e     And darkened them with grief.  Then came her words\u003cbr\u003e     \"Tell me our story, god-descended king,\u003cbr\u003e     For we have dwindled down, and from ourselves\u003cbr\u003e     Have passed away, and have forgotten all.\"\u003cbr\u003e     And at her calling \"God-descended king\"\u003cbr\u003e     His head sank lower as if the glorious words\u003cbr\u003e     Had crowned his brow with a too burning flame\u003cbr\u003e     Or mocked him with vain praise.  He answered not,\u003cbr\u003e     For memory to the sky-born king was but\u003cbr\u003e     The mocking shadow of past magnificence,\u003cbr\u003e     Of starry dynasties slow-fading out,\u003cbr\u003e     The sorrow that bound him to the lord of light\u003cbr\u003e     He was, ere he had sunken in red clay\u003cbr\u003e     His deity.  The immortal phantom had not yet\u003cbr\u003e     Revealed to him the gentler face it wears,\u003cbr\u003e     The tender shadow of long vanquished pain\u003cbr\u003e     And brightening wisdom, unto him who nears\u003cbr\u003e     The Land of Promise, who, in the eve of time,\u003cbr\u003e     Can look upon his image at the dawn\u003cbr\u003e     And falter not.  And as King Nuada sat\u003cbr\u003e     With closed eyes he saw the ancient heavens,\u003cbr\u003e     The thrones of awe, the rainbow shining round\u003cbr\u003e     The ever-living in their ageless youth,\u003cbr\u003e     And myriads of calm immortal eyes\u003cbr\u003e     That vexed him when he met the wild beast glare","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145829695728,"sku":"2940013761780","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013761780_p0.jpg?v=1763589930","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013761780","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}