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…bre sun Shines darkly in her breast But wakes no joy therein, And all his kisses sharp and keen Bring only now desire of rest, Not their old rapture: the warm violet eyes Melt into sweet hot tears ; subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; The brave bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love’s ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral seas. WINTER. Know ye mychildren? From the old strong breast Not weary yet of life’s grey change, not drawn Into the utter peace of …
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…O Eurydice, It is not death : Be good to me! It cannot, must not be, Eurydice. Come back to me! . There is not one sweet sigh of all the old Let me as yet lament not! Let me stoop !— | sighs— Those eyelids droop | Open your eyes! Not with mere death, but dreams, Eurydice! Not one warm breath of the young breast: Come back to me! | no sleep | Could be so deep. O you that were my lover and my wife! The last pale lotus opens to the skies. Come back to life! | Open your eyes ! Come back, breathe softly from the breast of Lift the blue eyelids under…
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…rush, crush the world ! AGAVE, Tread earth as ’twere a winepress ! AU TONOE, Drink its blood, The sweet red wine ! MANADS. Ay, drink the old earth dry! AGAVE. Squeeze the last drops out till the frame collapse Like an old wineskin ! AUTONOE. So the sooner sup Among the stars ! AGAVE. The swift, swift stars ! MAENADS. O night ! Night, night, fall deep and sure !
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…hat clear evidence of France, The embroidered garter yonder, Wait! I had some confidence in fate Ere I spoke thus. For while I spoke The old smile, surely helpless, broke On your tired lips: the old light woke In your deep eyes: but silence falls Blank, blank: the species that appals, Not our old silence. I devise A motto for your miseries: ‘¢ There an embroidered garter lies, And here words—they lie too?”’ I see Your intuition of the truth Is still in its—most charming—youth. You need that physiology! XII. I LOVE you. That seems simple? No! He…
1907 · PDF PAGE 114
…GARGOYLES The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten ; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe ; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plume- less pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music …
1907 · PDF PAGE 123
…ho 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: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that i…
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…e’s a heart to hit ! [Sir Percy descends, after taking fare- well of ANGELA, and appears agatn on horseback among his men. SiR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! [Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA (waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss), Farewell ! | Axveunt. WIIY JESUS WEPT ANGELA, Ah, were such nights thy gift, dear Christ, all maids Were well thy servants. speaking ! The utmost triumph of a life well spiced With victory---this beats all. Ilortense! IJortense ! Bring me the brandy-—pour a double dram ! Ile…
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…ful moan Leap through the blackness from the miser- able throne? Vain as each pallid ghost, Where is thy fatal boast, Destroyer named of old on Khem’s! disas- trous coast? Old power of-evil curled Below the phantom world, Canst thou destroy, whose might to misery is hurled ? RHADAMANTHUS. What god beyond these twain Abides or may remain Seated, too strong to quell, exalted over pain ? -Aloof from time and chance, Fate, will and circumstance, Canst Thou not wither Life with one in- dignant glance? Thy name we know not; Thine Is the unbuilded shr…
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…ng 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 bloods. [With bitter trony.] We bearit. But [flaming out] if the matter touches one’s honour—[r7ses and looks sternly at DENYS]. DENYS. Your honour ? [DENYS zs amazed out of all measure. ALAIN. We try to find some means of overcoming such modesty. DENYS. Is this Ovid or Horace? ALAIN, To business, then, if you will affect igno- rance. [Strikes gong; enter PRIEST,…
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…ide knew her master. And now the skies are black as ink, The nightmare shoreward springs ; The lightning stoops to let them drink. They hold each other close, and think Unutterable things. The roar of earthquake stuns the ear ; The powers volcanic rise, Casting the lava red and sheer A million miles in ether clear Beyond the labouring skies. Ghastlier faces bend around And gristlier fears above. They see no sight: they hear no sound ; But look toward the chill profound End and abyss of love. The water and the skies are fallen Far beyond sight o…
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VARIOUS MEASURES II! VARIOUS MEASURES THE TOWER OF TOIL. (LA TOUR DE TRAVAIL.) THE old sun rolls; the old earth spins ; Incessant labour bends the stars. Hath not enough of woes and sins Passed? Who shall efface their senseless scars ? One makes, one mars. The eons foil All purpose ; rise, O Tower of Toil. Rise in thy radiance to proclaim The agony of the earth alive ! Stand by the sea, a marble flame, A lighthouse wedded to an hive! Still upward strive! O tower, arise An endless spiral to the skies ! Stand on the weather-beaten coast A flaming…
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…! Sir HERPES Z. So? Why the deception? S1R GRABSON J. A Jesuit, no doubt! But about Lady Percivale now? SiR HERPES Z, Better and better. Old Farmer Tyson, luckily enough, as it turned out, insisted on examination, and no less than: twenty-three skilled surgeons—all men of note !—declared her to be wzrxvo0 tntacta. SiR GRABSON J. Eh? What? SIR HERPES Z, You see, Englishmen—ah ! SIR GRARSON J. Er—ah? 1 The Abbot of the Fort-Augustus Abbey was at this time a German, Sirk HERPES Z, Ah! SIR GRABSON J. Er—ah! As Whistler said, ‘‘ You put out your arm…
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…think your troubles must have turned your brain; there are other ways of settling such imbroglios among gentlemen. ALAIN. Alas, sir! Tam old. When I was younger I should have been delighted to honour you ; but Iam the sole male member of my ancient house. Faithful retainers are the sinews of age, and I were a fool did I not employ the strength I have. DENYS. Oh, hang me now, and have done with it ! ALAIN. No haste. An hour of life is always— an hour. And though one half that time is nigh lapsed already, yet—if you will give me your word of hono…
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… QUARTUS VEL MORTIS MY WIFE LYSANDER (reads). ‘* The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage." That is an old device. Midsummer Night's Dream, What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory body down the stream was sent Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Lycidas. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star.…
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LIBER TERTIUS VEL LABORIS 189 n amorous play, the ancient saws of eld And wisdom mystical From bearded lips must fall, Old eyes behold what young eyes ne’er beheld : Namely, the things beyond the triple veil Of space and time and cause, eternal woof Of misery overproof : And aged thoughts assail The younger hopes, and passion stands aloof, And silence takes possession, and the tale Of earth is told and done. Then from the Sire of all the Gods, from War And Love and Wisdom and the eternal Sun Worship is torn afar : While unto Thee, O Hades, turn…
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…ns, ll. 3 In such a conflict I stand neuter, 11. 183 In the Beginning God began, i. 251 In the blind hour of madness, |. 64 In the brave old days, 1. 82 In the days of the spring of my being, ili, 129 In the dim porchway, 1i. 69 In the fevered days and nights, il. 195 In the grim woods, i. 36 In the heather deeply hidden, iil, 136 In the hospital bed she lay, il. 1 In the night my passion fancies, i. 175 In the sorrow of the silence of the sunset, li. 25 In the spring, in the loud lost places, iil. 211 In the storm that divides the wild night, …
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…ill bosoms heave, and eyes outflash, And it is good to be alive. He shall ride off at dawn, and we Shall look upon our life again 3; You old, and all your beauty be Broken, and mine a broken brain. Yet we shall know; delighting still In the sole laughter death derides In vain; the indomitable will, Still burning in the spirit, guides Our hearts to truth ; we see, we know How foolish were the things he said, And answer in the afterglow How good it is that we are dead. Will you not come? Or, where the surf Beats on the coral, and the palm Sways s…
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…and the blizzard ! The ancient and devoted dizzard ! Appear, thou dream of loveliness! She wore a rose and amber dress, With broidery of old gold. Her hair Was long and starry, gilded red. Her face was laughter, shapen fair By the sweet things she thought and said. Her whiteness rustled as she walked. Her hair sang tunes across the air. She sighed, laughed, whispered, never talked. She smiled, and loves devout and rare Flickered about the room. She stayed Still in the dusk: her body sang Out full and clear ‘‘O love me!” Rang The silver couplets…
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…s thinketh. Yes? XXIX. So, love, not thus for you and me! And if Iam man, no more, expect T shall remain so, till, maybe, The anatomist, old Time, dissect Me, nerve from flesh, and bone from bone, And raise me spiritual, changed In all but love for you, my own ; The little matter rearranged, The little mind refigured. This Alone I hope or think to keep :— The love I bear you, and the kiss Too soft to call the breath of sleep. And, if you are woman, even there I do decline: we stand above. I ask not, and will take no share With you in what manki…
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…In hell one finds that everything Is easy. Poison to my hand ; A cunning potion cool and bland Fit to administer the draught :— How like old times! I nodded, laughed, Poisoned my neighbour, a young girl Sent here for marrying an earl. Of course she did not die. But then On earth I never killed my men ; bridegrooms : They only die whom one forgets. Remember that each action sets Its mark still deeper in the mind ! VII. O piteous lot of humankind Whose history repeats itself ! Dinner is cleared by gnome and elf; I pay the bill, take Baal’s receip…