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…n ! O breasts with venom swollen by the snakes Of passion, whose cold slaver slimes and slakes The soul-consuming fevers that within Thy heart the fires of hell on earth begin ! O heart whose yearning after truth forsakes The law of love! O heart whose ocean breaks In sterile foam against some golden skin ! O thou whose body is one perfect prayer, One long regret, one agony of shame, Lost in the fragrance, speeding, subtle and rare, Up to the sky, an avenue of flame! My soul, thy body, know the same delight, And burn that incense still in Heave…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 113 not come home with you, you who broke my mother’s heart, and turned me from your doors penniless. BRANDON. Unnatural puppy! PERCY. My mother’s spirit forgives you, and in my heart is no longer the desire for vengeance. So far have I risen, but not far enough to forget that you are the most abominable villain that plagues God’s beautiful world with his infesting life. BRANDON [wth sudden calmness]. This to his father! What does the Bible say, you wretch ? PERCY [fo Vaughan}. I will go, my true new father. Kiss Esmé for …
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… ever had . To make it glad. Come, it is time, cling closer to my hand. We understand. We must go forth together, not to part. O perfect heart ! O little heart that beats to mine, away Before the day Ring out the tocsin for our flight! My ship Is keen to dip Her plunging forehead in the silvering sea. To-morrow we Shall be so far away, and then to-morrow Shall shake off sorrow, And be to-morrow and not change for ever : No dawn shall sever The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve Shall fall and cleave - The blue deep eyes of day. Your hand, my q…
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…109 PERCY. Esmé, my Esmé. And we will write our poem now together. ESME, I cannot write; we will live our poem now together. PERCY. Dear heart, dear heart! And she will give us light, our dear moon out yonder, always a pure cold light: and our life shall answer a purer, warmer flame. She is like a maiden covered with lilies; your lilies have kissed roses, ESME. And when the moon’s light fails, the light of your song. PERCY. Let that light be drawn from Heaven too. ESME. Oh, Percy, I am so glad, so glad ! PERCY. Esmé ! ESME. When will you begin …
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…g men of Israel. | JEPHTHAH. Yea, for a man’s sword should not turn again To his own bosom, and the sword of fear Smites not in vain the heart of cowardice. But who hath called me hither to what end ? ELEAZAR. For these, and for the sake of Israel. JEPHTHAH. And who are these? And who are Israel? CHORUS. Turn not thy face from us in wrath, for we Are thine own father’s children, and his loins With double fervour gat a double flower ; And we indeed were born of drudging wives, Pale spouses whom his heart despised, but thou Wast of a fairer face …
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… we are very sure All ’s well! In such wise rang the challenge unto Death With clear high eloquence and happy breath, So did a brave sad heart grow glad again 155 And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith. When I am dead, remember me for this That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss; Laughed with the Stoic at the dream of pain, And preached with Jesus the evangel—bliss. When I am dead, think kindly. Frail my song, *Twas the poor utterance of an eager tongue; I stutter in my rhyme—my heart was full Of greater longings, more divinely wrung …
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360 JEPHTHAH. And through waters that foamed and that wondered There flashes the heart of a rose ; For its petals are beauty and passion, For its stem the foundation of earth, For bloom the incarnadine fashion Of blessings that roar into birth ; And the gates that roll back on their hinges The soul of the sage may discern, Till the water with crimson that tinges Beyond them miraculous burn ; And the presence of God to the senses Is the passion of God in the mind, As the string of a harp that intenses The note that its fire may not find. For her…
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156 MYSTERIES : Yet I think priests shall answer Him in vain: Their gospel of disgrace, disease, and pain, Shall move His heart of Love to such a wrath— O Heart! Turn back and look on Love again! Behold, I have seen visions, and dreamed dreams! My verses eddy in slow wandering streams, Veer like the wind, and know no certain path— Vet their worst shades are tinged with dawning beams! I have dreamed life a circle or a line, Called God, and Fate, and Chance, and Man, divine. I know not all I say, but through it all Mark the dim hint of ultimate s…
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188 MYSTERIES: Hope and desire and life, bid light die under my eye- lids, , Bid the strong heart despair, quench the desire of Heaven. So I shudder a little; and my heart goes out to the mountains, Rock upon rock for a crown,snowlike an ermine robe; Thunder and lightning free fashioned for speech, and seeing, Pinnacles royal and steep, queen of the arduous breast! Ye on whose icy bosom, passionate, at the sunrise, Ye in whose wind-swept hollows, lulled in the moon- rise clear, Often and oft I struggled, a child with an angry mother, Often and …
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 181 Though for the pleasures of God’s house my heart Has no distaste, yet, should my Love resign The lips and languors it has made as mine And of our Godhead sacrifice a part? Death were a grief, a parting pang to me, And not this Fear that hunts relentlessly All thoughts about the void, whose veiléd dart Poisons before it strikes! I would the sea Swung meabout, a corpse inane and cold On her warm breast of gold! The Fear of Madness! Consciousness knows not Its own decay. I should be happy then, Cast like a leper from the …
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…ng Toward the crucifying Of Love with nails of scorn. Nailed to a cross of iron My bleeding bosom hangs ; Love’s serpents all environ My heart with tameless fangs. Unshaken, tortured, stricken By agonies that thicken I hang, and sweat, and sicken, With miserable pangs. I found out Love new-risen From seas I thought had slain His passion in their prison, And girt their icy chain.
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… soul-tormenting violin that speaks Truth, and enunciates all my soul seeks, And binds my love in its desirous bands, And clutches at my heart, until there stands No fibre yet unshaken, while it wreaks In one sharp song the agony of weeks, And all my soul and body understands. The music changes, and I know that here, In these new melodies, a tongue of fire Leaps at each waving of the silver spear; And all my sorrow dons delight’s attire Because the gate of Heaven is so near, And I have comprehended my desire.
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… break the spirit of the bravest Greek ; While with a harlot one may leap again Free as the waters of the western main, And turn with no heart-pang the vessel’s beak Out to the oceans that all seamen seek.
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…f ocean grows as still as death, The breezes swoon for very bliss, The sacrament of true love's kiss Accomplishes: I feel a pain Stab my heart through and sleep again, And I am in thine arms for ever. * * * ° e There came a tutor, who had never Known the response of love to love; He wandered through the woods above The river, and came suddenly Where he lay sleeping. Purity And joy beyond the speech of man Dwelt on his face, divinely wan. “ How beautiful is sleep!” he saith. Bends over him. There is no breath, No sound, no motion: it is death. A…
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…n men’s love made glorious to behold, Men clad with sunshine of fair women’s smiles, Fountains of purity and fadeless youth. With a glad heart I turned my steps to seek Their starry groves and streams. A scroll unfurled A cloud from heaven : “ This people loveth truth.” I rose and hid my tear-bespangled cheek. Woe’s me! For I had dreamed it was the world.
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… 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 sunnier kindness ; Hours of waiting are past ; I re-quicken to love.
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…t, and foam, then darkness. On my eyes | Sits heaviness, the poor worn body lies Devoid of nerve and muscle ; it were death Save for the heart that throbs, the breast that sighs. The brain reels drowsily, the mind is dulled, Deadened and drowned by noises that are lulled By the harsh poison of the hateful breath. All sense and sound and seeing is annulled. Within a body dead a deadened brain Beats with the burden of a shameful! pain, The sullen agony that dares to think, And think through sleep, and wake to think again. Fools! bitter fools! Our…
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… like rain upon the land. CHORUS. Let us not call the hail to give us peace. ELEAZAR. Nor on the sun, lest he too eat us up. CHORUS. The heart of a man as the sea Beats hither and thither to find Ease for the limbs long free, — Light for the stormy mind,
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…ow whiter; you must be hurt. VAUGHAN. A 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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… light his lampless.eyes At the flower-folded skies Where stars are hidden in the blue, £0 fill His beak with star-dropt dew, His little heart anew With love and song to swell it to his will ; Holy as heaven, the place Before the golden face Of God is very silent at the dawn. The even keel is keen To flash the waves between, But no soft moving current is withdrawn : We float upon the blue Like sunlight specks in dew, And like the moonlight on the lake we lie: The northern gates are past,