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…ps of innocent girlhood that call me Father ; but my lips must wreathe smiles no more, But set in fearful strength of purpose toward The blood of enemies, in horrid gouts And hideous fountains leaping from great gashes, Rather than that belovéd blood that wells Fervent and red-rose-wise in loving breasts, And little veins of purple in the arms, Or cheeks that are already flushed with it, To crimson them with the intense delight Of eyes that meet and know the spirit dwells Beyond their profound depth in sympathy. Nay, my delight must find some d…
1899 · PDF PAGE 232
210 MYSTERIES: I wonder whither, and I wonder why. No ray of light this sea of blood illumes. I wonder whether God will let me die.
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… and fervent and free. For its sides are a million of paces; Its centre is Death as he stands Pale-horsed, where the iciest places Chill blood in the furious hands. He stands like a spectre, and urges The horsemen in thunderous surges On columns where blood not asperges The splashing of struggling bands. The sword is like lightning in battle, The spear like the light of a star; It strikes on the shield, and the rattle Of arrows is hail from afar.
1899 · PDF PAGE 229
…ght sever the white cords, and fill The ship with tangled wreckage of the sail. All this I did, and bore the blade of ill Back, dripping blood, to thee most firm and pale Who held our rudder, all alone, and stood Fierce and triumphant in the rising gale, Bent to my sword, and kissed the stinging blood, _ While the good ship leapt free upon the deep, And felt the feet of the resistless flood Run, and the fervour of the billows sweep Under our keel—and we were clean away, _ Laughing to see the foamheads sough and sleep, As we kept pace with ocean…
1899 · PDF PAGE 187
…d the bitter brine, A fountain of sweet water! And thine arms Embrace me, and thy kiss Is ever on my lips, and all thy charms Burn in my blood till pain itself grows sweet, Reluctant sorrow and quick passion meet ; We two one day will kneel in Heaven and touch God’s feet.
1899 · PDF PAGE 143
…irdled with the sacred gold ; Her lips were large, and from afar how sweet ! How fierce and purple for a kiss to hold ! om . But somehow blood was black upon them ; blood In stains and clots and splashes; and the mud Trampled around her by the souls that knelt, |
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… the desecrated god, in hells Of darkness, where the mitred vampire dwells, Where still death reigns, and God and priests are fed, Man’s blood for wine, man’s flesh for meat and bread, The lands of murder, of the obscene things That snarl at freedom, broken by her wings, That prop the abomination, cringe and smile, Caressing the dead fetich, that defile With hideous sacraments the happy land. Destruction claims its own ; the hero’s hand Grips the snake’s throat ; yea, on its head is set The heel that crushes it, the serpent wet With that foul b…
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… The skill of him that steeled thee! Freedom! Set As never yet Thy straining sides for freedom! Gallant mare! The frosty air Kindles the blood within us as we race. O love! Thy face Flames with the passion of our happy speed! The noble steed Pashes the first gold limit of the sand. Ah love, thy hand! We win, no foot pursuing spans the brow! Yes, kiss me now ! .
1899 · PDF PAGE 237
…tears, _ A pageant of intolerable light Across the sombre spheres, And, mingling with the tumult of the morn, Methought a single rose of blood was born. Far on the iron peaks a voice Crystal and cold, Sharper than sounds the auroch’s choice O’er wood and wold, A summons as of angels that rejoice, A pzan glad and bold, A mighty shout of infinite acclaim Shrieks through the sky some dread forgotten Name. Trembles the demon on his perch Of crags ice-bound ; Tremble near forest and: far church At that quick sound ;
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 203 A SONNET OF BLASPHEMY. XALTED over earth, from hell arisen, There sits a woman, ruddy with the flame Of men’s blood spilt, and her uncleanly shame, And the thrice-venomous vomit of her prison. She sits as one long dead: infernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, above All shameful deeds, is L…
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…and Freedom! Freedom ! echoes adown cliff and precipitous ghyll ; Fire and desire and light and youth and passion and freedom Race in my blood untamed, laugh in my face for love. Down by the cold gray lake the sun descends from his hunting, Shadow and silence steal over the frozen fells. Oh, to be there, my heart !_ And the vesper bells awaken, Colleges call their children, Lakeland fades from the sight. Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy Wearily moves to the sea, to quicken to life at last. Blithelier I depart, to a sea of …
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…n the sands Where sun first flames, I gather lilies from all lands Of sad sweet names. The Lesbian lily is of white Stained through with blood, : Swayed with the stream, a wayward light Upon the flood. The Spartan lily is of blue, With green leaves fresh ; Apollo glints his crimson through The azure mesh. The English lily is of white, All white.and clean. “There plays a tender flame of light Her flowers between. 195°
1899 · PDF PAGE 136
…knife! He must have stabbed him. Fetch a doctor, one of you, sharp! [Exzt a man. ESME. It is his heart; see, my hand is all covered with blood. Give me a handkerchief. Here,I will staunch the wound. [Ske attempts to prevent the bleeding with her handkerchtef.| Oh! Percy! [A pause] Oh! Percy ! : PERCY. I am going away, Esmé. I shall see you often.
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…thern sheath, Myself the sun-bright sword ! I have no fear, nor doubt, nor sorrow now, For I give Self to God—I give my best Of soul and blood and brain To my poor Art—there comes to me somehow This fact: Man’s work is God made manifest; Life is all Peace again. And Dreams are beyond life. Their wider scope, Limitless Empire o’er the world of thought, Help my desires to press Beyond all stars toward God and Heaven and Hope; And in the world-amazing chase is wrought Somehow—all Happiness.
1899 · PDF PAGE 157
…his garland, Are fled beyond the starland On wings beyond sound and sight. Only desire remaineth That death’s bright chalice draineth Of blood-red wine that staineth The brow of love with light. World in thy music fadeth To what is scarce a sleep, Life’s darkest shadow shadeth Memories that chide and weep, Only delights grow clearer, More exquisite and nearer, And new life-arteries leap To fresh loves, into being, From blindness into seeing, Beyond God’s mountains steep. The words of promise spoken Flourish and flower unbroken, And for His holy…
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… other dawns more deep and wise Burn awful in his holy eyes. A moment, and the fire is low Upon the black. stone of the altar, The spilt blood eagerly doth glow, And lightnings lick the light, and falter, Feeling the vast Shekinah shine Above their excellence divine. The Lord is gracious to His own, And hides with glory as a mist The sacrifice and smitten stone, And on the lips His presence kissed Burn the high vows with ample flame That He shall swear to by the Name. JEPHTHAH. Highest of Highest, most Concealed of all, Most Holy Ancient One, U…
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…they kissed, As if a mist Of God’s delicious dawn had overspread Their face, and fled! O wonderful fresh blossom of the wood! O purpling blood! O azure veins as clear as all the skies! O longing eyes That look upon me fondly to beget Two faces, set Either like flowers upon their laughing blue, Where morning dew _ Sparkles with all the passion of the dawn! The happy lawn Leads, by the stillest avenues, to groves Made soft by loves ; And all the nymphs have made a mossy dell Hard by the well Where even a Satyr might behold the grace Of such a fac…
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… fighting men get scanty sleep Till the dawn lift his eyebrows, and the day Renew the battle? Will ye follow me Through slippery ways of blood to Ephraim To beat with sturdy swords unwearying Our foemen to their Ammon, and to grapple With red death clutching at the throat of us, With famine and with pestilence, at last To reach a barren vengeance, and perchance An hundred of your thousands to return Victors—so best God speed us—and for worst Death round our cities horrible and vast, And rape and murder mocking at our ghosts ? A SOLDIER. Better …
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28 JEPHTHAH. For the ways of the anger of lords Are bloody with widowing swords, And the roar of contention of chords Rolls back from the heart of the war. | But Victory lights on the banner Of Israel like to a bird; It flaps in the air, and Hosanna! Flings up to the sky for a word! Long streams of light horsemen are flashing Through fields where the tempest was lashing, Through the pools of the battle-blood splashing, Long swords to the rout of the herd. For fighters slip down on the dying, And flying folk stumble on dead, And the sound of the…
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170 MYSTERIES: In my veins all their daughters with joy shall be thronging, Burning my blood with desire ; Aye, for I love, with a passion untamed, Love, like a tiger, unfed, unashamed, Love, like a river of fire. Love, like a fountain of diamonds, uprises, Striking the sky with its blossom of flame ; Falls in a rain of bright snow that surprises Dews of the grass with a sound of acclaim ; Singing, a silver-string lyre, Magical chants to awake from their prison Spirits to answer desire. Demons from palaces fiery arisen Now to obey us are dying …