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I08 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ISSA Take note of it : Matter is muck ! JOHN True wisdom and true wit ! The upshot, Lord ? ISSA Than living, I would rather Play the fool’s game of my unnatural Father. JOHN Thy father, Lord ? Thy pardon, but we heard — ISSA No odds — all genealogy’s absurd. JOHN Suppose, Lord, I should simply call Thee “ Word ” ? ISSA Happy the thought ! But, in thy secret ear, There was a scheme — thou mark’st me ?
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THE BLUE DWARF. I07 JOHN The upshot ? ISSA I am sick of everything. JOHN Of me, Lord ? ISSA Thou the least, sweet queen and king. But — finally — in sooth, lad — even of thee. JOHN Lord, have I failed in love ? ISSA Failure must be. Not by thy fault, but fixed in every feature Of Mistress Smirking Whore, our Mother Nature, Whose filthy dugs our poisoned kisses suck. Pah ! the whole world is just a mass of muck. JOHN Wait, master ! that’s a Phrase.
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…hou wilt slay thyself ? ISSA ’Twere too much trouble, Having cut the corn, to clear away the stubble. Hire thou a knave to slay me. JOHN Lord, I dare not. ISSA Denounce me to the Seventy — I care not. Indeed, since Death is Death, small odds the plan of it ! I’ll rather choose to get what fun I can of it. JOHN I have it, Lord ! Well make thy death suggest
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36 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. The doing is done ; Bare is mine head To the fire of the sun. But thou, o my Lord, are quiet and still ; And the feathers are clipt from the wings of the will. Still are thy lips And void of motion, Like red-sailed ships On a windless ocean ? Hast thou no lust To involve in a curse The insane dust Of the universe ? Speak, o my Lord ! I have journeyed afar In the wake of the terrible crimson star. A harp between mine hands, Murmurous and musical, I come from far-off lands To seek Thee who are All. Amid my warrior bands I …
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…icketh closer than a brother ”. Ten groans of mine for every grin of hers ! What saith the prophet ? — “ Whited sepulchres ! ” JOHN Nay, Lord, the phrase unique is all thine own. ISSA Then write it down, an nothing less atone. And add — of all the itches that breed bile No itch beats the papyrus and the style. JOHN Hast thou no love for me, Lord ?
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…I29 AGRIPPA What was that cry ? IST SOLDIER I hardly heard it. 2ND SOLDIER I heard, sir, but I could not word it. MAGDA I understood, my lord. AGRIPPA Well, slattern ? MAGDA He called for a prophet. PUBLIUS A Priest of Saturn That is, I fancy. These barbarians Are really like our Unitarians.
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…, Gallant and gay mates, Each one of us fair ? Bountiful measures of Beautiful wine : Infinite treasures of Bacchus divine ! Hail to the Lord of us ! Blithe is his reign. Be thou adored of us, Soul without stain ! Fair are the faces, and Limbs of us light, Tracing the paces, and Drunk with delight. Io ! let us tremble in Trance of the tune Here that assemble in Joyaunce of June ! ATTHIS Doris, our darling ! How subtle and sweet
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THE BLUE DWARF. 85 When the wine fills me. Pray you ! His slave presents wine to Govinda, who drinks. GOVINDA Health, my lord ! This wine is marvellous dry ! Scented like clover reaching up the broad Edge of some glacier in my northern marches. CHAU Look, how she writhes — speechless distemperature Her shriek within her gorge that parches ! GOVINDA Boy, bid that cup-slave from Ferozapur Make me an ode of this — nay, while I think ! An elegy. CHAU Please your majesty to drink ? GOVINDA Thanks, brother. Well, my gipsy girl divined
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XII PREFACE. impressively read. Next, an hour or two about the Lord’s care of the school, the way He brought sin to light. Next, when well worked up, and all our nerves on the jump, who stole what ? Silence. Next, the Lord’s care in pro- viding a witness — like the witnesses against Naboth ! Then the witness and his story, as smooth as a policeman’s. Next, sentence. Last, execution, with intervals of prayer ! Champney’s physique being impaired, one may suppose by his excessive devotion of Jesus, he arranged to give 60 strokes one day, and 60 th…
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…-hair broideries, and silken tents — And thirty diamonds of the purest water, It is a daughter ! ALEXANDER I take it — and yours too, my lord. Maybe You both are wrong. GOVINDA True, this much mystery Veils the whole matter — it were hard to say. CHAU Shang Ti ! how fierce a bray The amorous ass gives. MIRIAM Heave, o heave, my sides ! Stretch ! Split ! This pang decides
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…ings stand, bare- ly 1 % are found to oppose it root and branch, and they from constituencies which the act will hardly touch, while the Lords — our bulwark, oh God ! and what a fortress is that whose semi-lunes are Lord Townshend and Lord Tanker- ville ! — pass the bill with scarce a protest. We are to be taxed beyond endurance, our defences neglected, our edu- cation left to sink or swim as it may, that our whole state may be clogged with its own excrement ! It is no idle boast of the vermin socialists that their system is Christianity, and n…
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…ee’d Mocks them with its “ Blood suffices ”. ALEXANDER Know ye, bright ones, who I am ? I have slain a thing adored At this altar to its Lord, As a butcher kills a lamb. IST NYMPH That shall be — thou rightly fearest — Till the Balance weigh the Ram. 2ND NYMPH Men shall even slay their dearest For the sake of that slain lamb.
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…s — so laves The sun his fire in cloud When the sea glows glassy red At the buffet of the wind On its cheek all wrinkle-lined. Ah ! thou Lord God ! thus thrice I made thy sacrifice. Still thou art dumb, Though I am duly come
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I4 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. EROTION Now the drowsy Lord unloose All his store of poppy-juice ! To the murmurous bell-clear fret Of the tremulous rivulet Let us lisp the lullaby Of Arcady — in Arcady ! Me ye know, the dazzling dream Of the swimmer in the stream. Boy to girl and maid to man, Mine are all joys of Pan. Chrysis seeks the darling dove, Gets the eagle to her love. Hylas, trembling towards the pine, Finds the soft voluptuous vine. RHODOPE Curl ye close ! Curl ye close ! Fold your petals like the rose ! All the satyr’s lust of limb ; All th…
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… sweep Of startling light All that man holdeth dear. From the sun’s high steep to the great deep Of unimaginable night To dive — I dive. Lord, now ! Pan ! Pan ! Accept the supreme vow ! The man Shall be no more a man — Stay ! who are these ?
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…d the needle’s eye’. ISSA Agreed, then ! Now if Brothers Louse and Bug Will let me be, I’ll settle slack and snug Till noon. JOHN I too, Lord, I would sleep with Thee.
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…tter forth some doom of dread — But now ? A young man in a white robe is found standing before her. THE YOUTH Maiden, be comforted ! The Lord hath listened unto thy lament, The ululation of that wolfish stress ; And I am sent To heal thy loneliness. MIRIAM Ah ! thou art not as he that saw me To-day. Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will not show my face She drops …
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… all thy virgin length Armed with the sword and balances, Gold as the ultimate galaxies — Thou art evanished. Surely the Presence of the Lord wast thou
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… that belches him, a bubble ! — But of all plagues wherewith a man is cursed, Take my word for it, woman is the worst ! JOHN Maybe, dear Lord, of all the words men say Of thine, that one shall never pass away. But what hath the wench done ?
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…on your purulence and ichorous itch, O English girl, half baby and half bitch, But on the glorious body and soul of her Of whom I am the Lord and worshipper, The brave gay cleanly maiden whose embrace Flushes with shameless fervour the fair face, Fills the whole leaping heaven with the light Till all the world is drunken with delight. You with your own authentic filth defiled Robbed Keats of life, and Shelley of his child, Corrupted Swinburne to your foul disease, Denied Blake bread — are you fed full on these ? You hate the wise, true, beautif…