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…ldier’s life for me ! But a scurvy night it is, comrades, when the streets are slippery, and the wine cold in a man’s belly, and never a little white rabbit of a woman scuttling along in the dark. THIRD WATCHMAN. What ho! my lads! MHere’s a scurvy Frenchman skulking along. What, will you make your lass attend you, master? FLORIMOND. Loose me, knave, I am for England, and a Captain in your army, or rather that of Burgundy—if you will be precise. FIRST WATCHMAN. What do you here, without a lantern, scaring honest folk ? FLORIMOND. Honesty is no w…
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…eon exhaust and finishéd, And slumber steal upon the sun, My dear, when you and I are dead. LA CASQUE D’OR. A NINA OLIVIER, You laughing little light of wickedness, low ripples round you love and coils And twists the Casque of Gold about the child-face with a child-caress. O glory of the tangled net! O subtle vase of scented oils! You laughing little light of wickedness ! Through all the misty wind of light that glamours round you, sorceress, Your face shines out with feline grace, exults, a tiger in the toils! They shall not hold your passion …
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… [Comes and clings to hts knees.) I dot I do! I will not kill myself, but I will make you love me—— DENYS. A harder task than you think, little one. BLANCHE. Or tolerate me at least. [ Crees. DENYS. O bother ! I shall cry too in a minute. BLANCHE. You are very unkind. I hate you. DENYS. How much of all this is truth? What with pity and drawing-room manners and so on, Truth is the kernel of a devilish hard nut. They say she lives at the bottom of a well—where one is drowned. [Looks down, craning, as tf tntoawell.| St. Denys grant I may find her …
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THE. STAR AND THE GARTER 15 Are you not ready? Let us leave This little Paris to its fate ! Our friends a little while may grieve, And then forget: but we, elate, Live in a larger air: awake, Compassion in the Halls of Truth ! Disdain love for love’s very sake ! Take all our beauty, strength, and youth, And melt them in the crucible To that quintessence at whose gleam Gold shudders and grows dull; expel The final dross by intimate stream Of glowing truth, our lunar light ! Are you not ready? Who would stay? Arise, O Queen, O Queen of Night ! Ar…
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…e lose my life in a misappre- hension! Tho’ I would die for you blithely, faith, I had rather live on—in your service. Can you love me a little? Fool! Fool! Ay, there’s a pair of us—why do we wait here and let our happiness stand in the cold and knock at our door all night? BLANCHE. Don’t! Don’t make me more miserable and hopeless than I am. [DENYS determines to make a general advance. DENYS. [Zenderly.| Little fool ! [He waits. She struggles in herself ; and at last ruefuland pouting, gets up and stands before him downcast, rubbing her eyes. H…
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THE SIRE DE MALETROIT’S DOOR 77 ALAIN, This gentleman drank a little too much for dinner. DENYS. Nay, by St. Denys, not enough, else had F been now along under Cousin Henri’s table, and not in this house of maniacs and men-at-arms, and beauties in distress. Oh, pardon me, I am rude. [W2th lively gal- lantry.| Mademoiselle! I wrong myself when I forget myself: what I would say is that if the arm or brain of Denys de Beaulieu can save you, it isat your disposal [starts: but sertous, struck|—I mean—[Aside.] St. Denys, what a coil is here! Is it po…
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…ear. Be silent, cowards, leave him here Dead in the Morgue, so waxen pale ! He failed: shall ye not also fail? Ah! love! the strings are little ; The cords are over strong ; The chain of life ts brittle ; And keen the sword of song. Will you not seize in one firm grip Now, as I hold you, lip to lip, The serpent of Event, hold hard Its slipping coils, its writhe retard, And snap its spine? Delicate hands You have: the work is difficult ; Effort that holds and understands May do it: shall our foes exult, The daughters of Philistia laugh, The girl…
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…. and happy again. I can make you strong O what rapture ! Sir PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and then—pleasure—Oh ! [She bends caressingly ever the arnt of SIR PERCY DE PERCIVALE, and stabs it with a needle. Get a doctor to give you a prescription like this—they ask a hundred francs—oh! it is a shame! Buy a little syringe; and that is Heaven for all your life—How do you feel? Sirk PERCY. Why, I am well at once. I never felt better in my life. The devil take my trouble 1 A demagog…
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…s would rather not be told? You shall hear. Does a miner lose If through the quartz he gets to gold ? Yes: Nina was a thing of nought, A little laughing lewd gamine, Idle and vicious, void of thought, Easy, impertinent, unclean— Utterly charming! Yes, my queen! She had a generous baby soul, Prattled of love. Should I control, Repress perhaps the best instinct The child had ever had? I winked At foolish neighbours, did not shrink. Such café Turc I made her drink As she had never had before 3 Set her where you are sitting ; chatted ; Found where …
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…ir she seems to skim One’s senses dazzle ; wonder glows Warm in one’s veins like love-—who knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light 0’ limb. LAGE D’ATIRAIN. FRESH in the savage vivour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: …
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…re drawn who knows? Of law or Gods or chance? But, as life’s river flows, What Sea shall clasp and close Beyond }lind circumstance? Such little power we own Of vague experience, And instinct to enthrone The life’s mere needs alone, Nor answer © why” and ‘‘ whence.” Nor wandering in the night Our minds may apprehend Reflecting in pure light Of soul, what sound or sight May lead us to some end. We hear the dim sound roll From distant mountains drawn, We follow, but no soul Guesses that silver goal, The sunset or the dawn. The lyre entices fast Ou…
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…ome flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, So we, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and deed! ‘To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes To little children, as the storm-tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light ; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass :-— So swift …
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…at thing after all, isn’t it? Sit down, my dear young friend [Denys zncomfortably and slowly takes a chair}, and we shall—er—arrange our little affair. You arrived uninvited, but believe me, most welcome. DENYS. Sir, you persist in error. I am a stranger: Denys de Beaulieu is my name, and I am here under a safe-conduct. That you see me in your house is only owing to—your door. ALAIN, Ah! my door—a hospitable fancy of mine ! DENYS. I don’t understand. I did not wish... oh! ALAIN. My dear sir, we old gentlemen expect this reluctance from young bl…
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…treasure Of cinnamon curls ! Tremble with pleasure, O wonder of girls! 1 This poem is very much taboo in Persia, as it iS supposed to be little better than a pamphlet in favour of Christianity. The later work of Al Qahar, and especially his master- piece, the Bagh-i-muattar, are, however, if not quite above suspicion, so full of positive piety of the Sufi sort that even the orthodox tolerate what the mystic and the ribald silently or noisily admire. lI. Rest is bliss, And bliss is rest, Give me a kiss If you love me best! Hold me like this With…
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…ith, xaXos kitab! I trust you take me, do you not? But change of thought—ay ! there's the barb To stick and quiver in your heart ! Well, little lady, what of art? IV, All things are branded change, My thought Long ran in one delicious groove. Now newly sits the appointed court To try another case, to prove Another crime. Last week the law Dealt with the garter's gross offence, You were the Judge, enthroned on awe: I wove that eloquent defence, Unwove that Rhadamanthine frown Which I had made myéeelf, my star; For I was counsel for the crown, An…
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…hut my eyes; feel how Your hair fell back on me and bit, Your lips descended on my face In one exenterate kiss: and wit I should abide a little space— So little a space !—and solemn rise, Face the black vaults of the alone, And, knowing, lift to you mine eyes, Look on your face, and turn to stone, XVI. THE schoolboy drudges through his Greek ; Plods to the integral calculus ; Makes sulphuretted hydrogen ; And, if the poor dumb thing could speak, He’d say: Hic labor omnibus Prodest : vitae verae limen, Deinde missa juventute Ave ! cum otio digni…
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…ides backwards gently through door. WATCH cross stage stumbling, curs- ing, and crying, ‘*A trattor, a trattor |” [Stage being clearfora little, suddenly the door bangs violently. DENYS. [/istde.] What the devil was that? door! The Re-enter FLORIMOND, 2. FLORIMOND. At last! [Goes to door and pushes it.] The devil take all women! After all, the door is shut. Laugh, thou light little fool, laugh now. One day thou shalt moan upon the stones, and Florimond de Champdivers shall shut his door tothee. Damn and damn and damn! What served love shall ser…
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…rcane matters in their mild Cabochon eyes than men are ware of yet. VOL. IIT. Therefore have poets, lest they should forget, Likened the little sages unto kings. But look! the baby whispers—hush| nay| We shall disturb them loving—come away| Nay | L?’,AMOUR QUI PASSE, LOVE comes to flit, a spark of steel Struck on the flint of youth and wit3 Ay, little maid, for woe or weal, Love comes to flit. Hermes one whisper thrills. Admit! Kupris one smile aims—do you feel? Eros one arrow—has he hit ? Why do you sit there immobile? A spark extinct is not r…
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…ould not look that way. Seeing, you strove to see not. Fool! I have ruined all in one rash deed. Learnt I not in discretion’s school The little care that lovers need? For see—I bite my lip to blood ; A stifled word of anguish hisses :— O the black word that dams thought’s flood! O the bad lip that looked for kisses ! O the poor fool that prates of love! Is it a garter, or a glove? IV. A FOOL indeed! For why complain, Now the last five-barred gate is ope, Held by a little boy? TI hope The hour is handy to explain The final secret. Have I any? Ye…
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…ls! Eileen! Come back, O thought, alike from burn and ben And sacred loch and rapture strong and keen Of the wind of the moor, A race of little men Lives with the little. The exalted ken Knows the synthetic soul. Eileen! Close in the silence cling the patient eyes Of love: the soul accepts her time of teen, Awaits the answer. Midnight droops and dies, A floral hour; what dawn of love shall rise On a world of sorrow? Teace! Eileen! Mazed in a Titan world of rock and snow? Horséd among the bearded Bedawin ? Drowsed on a tropic river in the glow O…