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…e to the heart of the glen ! MARSYAS Ho ! you are rich, you are red, you are ripe ! Pace me your passions to plaint of my pipe ! OLYMPAS Nay, I am with thee, my master, to match Every my song to thy lyrical catch. EROTION Nay, let us follow you — all in a ring ! Wonder of wisdom and wit on the wing ! ANAXIMANDER Come, my Giton, of the hyacinth hair ! Apollo, Apollo ! indeed they are fair ! HYLAS Kiss me again, my Lysander, my love ! Listen ! Olympas is singing above.
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I32 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. JOHN Nay, thou Greek heretic devil, have done ! Before He is dead a schism begun ? Say Homoousios ! THE GREEK Never, dog Jew ! Homoiousios ! JOHN Master, decide ! ISSA O may I cease ! If my spirit to you I must commend. JOHN Are you now satisfied ? Clear as — THE GREEK You lie, pathic ! JOHN Pandar !
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… the bloodless face. IST BYSTANDER What is the name of the criminal ? A GREEK DISCIPLE FROM ALEXANDRIA Say, Logos, or Homoiousios ! JOHN Nay, Fool! Homoousios — lippis et nota ! THE GREEK Homoiousios, with the iota !
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…chless 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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… my lad, you do not mention Modesty. ANTINOUS ’Twas mine intention, But those loose lips wine-corrupt Always itch to interrupt ! SILENUS Nay, boy, all the song was true. Come and frisk it once together ! Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, That must set an azure frame Round the flaxen locks aflame ! CHRYSIS Come, Evadne, let us fling Flowers upon them gambolling !
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THE RED STAR. 49 IST NYMPH Name the sharp accursed shape, Stigma of its prodigy ! 2ND NYMPH Is it but a whirling storm ? ALEXANDER Nay ! the star is cruciform. IST NYMPH Thus the holy cross is cloven From Pan’s purpose purple-woven. Even for centuries nine and ten, Life of women — death of men ! In that sinister sad star Men shall bear the upright bar, Hanged for honesty and truth, Wisdom, courage, love, or youth. Women bear the cross-bar, living In the filth beyond believing. Svelte or buxom, fair or dark, Go to the maw of the greedy shark
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96 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. THE BABE Nay ! I am come to the hour appointed. Anoint me, sirs, and call me ’ Anointed ’ ! GOVINDA Rather be Baa-Baa called, for thy jerkin Is a fleece like his friends wrap an holy Turk in, When he twirls on his toes Regarding his nose Or his paunch that would hold a firkin ! THE HAG The little beast is double-jointed. Dance a spring, thou springal strutting Like a stag in the glades at the season of rutting ! ALEXANDER Dance, o thou imp Of the bottle of brass With the hag and the pimp And the ox and the ass !
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I26 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Churches — towers and spires and domes, Houses — nay ! But the white tribe’s homes Whose chalky skins shall match their shores, While their itching prudes and satiate whores Bear — strange fate ! — in that puritan den The goodliest graft of the race of men ’Mid the ruck of hypocrite and slave That grovel and groan from the womb to the grave. Sadly keeping watch and ward Are the century and his guard. AGRIPPA These portents much oppress me. PUBLIUS Bodes Also my soul. AGRIPPA Such anger goads My spirit at this strange bl…
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…golden car Yoked to ox and ass that prance In their evil Hinnom-dance ! I am writhing with my death Born of the infernal Star. ALEXANDER Nay, our lady, we are come To thy worship — high and holy ; From our heaven-wide halidom To the manger dark and lowly We have brought taraxacum, Mandrake, amrit, myrrh and moly ; Many a royal gift of gree From the land of Danae, From the coral-breeding sea, From the steppes of Tartary ! GOVINDA I have brought a treasure-chest Full of gold, red gold galore,
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…temple joke : And make the fell indictment yet completer With my bewildering pun on ’ rock ’ and ’ Peter ’ ! JOHN It shall be done. ISSA Nay, thou wouldst feel remorse. Let the whole matter simply take its course ! Our Youdesh is a thief ; so, sure to rat. He’ll raise their camel to conceal his gnat. JOHN How choice a metaphor ! How terse ! How dry ! Apt as thy’ camel and 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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…at sticketh 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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…rows of womanhood. IST SATYR But the boy shall thrust the maid From the sunlight to the shade. He shall make her passion good. 2ND SATYR Nay ! for all the world-decay Rots from sapphirine to grey. All the leprous lichen clings Round the comeliness of things. Brothers ! sisters ! fauns and elves ! Dryads ! Oreads ! Undines ! Fairies, let us hide ourselves
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THE WHITE WIND. 65 Nay, touch me not. I am a virgin vowed — She lays her hand upon his arm. I am of royal race Most mortal proud — She kneels, kissing his robe. Spare me, sweet sir ! She pretends to stagger, and falls back upon the ground. Her robe falls from her. THE YOUTH I am a messenger. He disappears. MIRIAM Shaitan ! he slipped my grip. Is there no flood to drip Some icy liquor on this hell-scarred brow ? See ! The red star glows fainter now. All is a velvet heat of horror. Night Holds me in torture. Hark ! the lake Stirs in its sleep ; t…
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…wer and fern ; Thou to suffer—and to learn ! They vanish, embracing the nymphs. ALEXANDER I am alone — — With Pan — With the cold stone. Nay ! with the riotous god that ran Through all, and conquered all, And became all, and now is all. — Oh matchless musical Seven-throated god, I hear thy stridency Like nereids playing on the wind-struck sea That heaves herself with sensuous swaying ! I have seen a wild girl woven in gold Stained with blue and scarlet — playing Before me — she transported me With the writhings of her painted hips And her belly…
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…ood, the shapeless thing that nestles Between my baby breasts, The lion lust that wrestles With mine own soul — I understand so little — Nay ! not the tiniest tittle ! All that I know is this — the pangs consume
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… purport of the star we saw enshrined In the eclipse — to say so — of the sky. I feared her perfidy ; The journey might prove tedious — (nay, my lords ! Star or no star, I am honoured, glad, to find Such royal mates !). But her, I had her stripped And most magnificently whipped By two tall slaves (a Tartar and a Goth) Till all the flesh was ripped From her olive back — she looked like a dead camel When a man frightens off the kites ; And her rich blood came all afroth To her lips’ vermeil enamel — The lips that I had kissed ! And still she woul…
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… black stormy wine. MAGDA Oh beast thou art ! Didst thou not surely quicken me With child ? ISSA Thy lewdness and thy lowness sicken me. Nay, let the heavy-fringed purple lashes Lie still — my lust is burnt to bitter ashes ! The wrinkled eyepits black with grime and kohl Are like black bogs to suck away my soul. The coarse vermilion on thy cheeks is fire Of hell to blast the charred stump of desire. The blue tattoo-marks stain thy mouth like bruises ; The fat creeps on thy body as it chooses,
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…d its laughter is braided With comets whose plumes are the galaxies Like winds on the night’s inaccessible seas. Oh master ! my master ! nay, bid me not ride To the heaven beyond heaven ; for I may not abide. I faint : I am frail : not a mortal may bear The invisible light, the abundance of air. I fail : I am sinking : O Thou, be my friend ! Bear me up ! Bear me up ! Bear me up to the end ! Now ! Now ! In the heart of the bliss beyond being The None is involved in the One that, unseeing, Dashes its infinite splendour to death Beyond light, beyo…
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…r and Lord ? (Then he gets started ; and the rest must be heard to be believed). So — is it a type of all logic ? — their simple Yea and Nay became more casuistical than Dens or Escobar, and their strict adhesion to the Commands of the Bible became a mere loosening of the strings of conscience. An irreligious man may have moral checks ; a Plymouth Brother has none. He is always ready to excuse the vilest crimes by quoting the appropriate text, and invoking the name of Christ to cover every meanness which may delight his vain and vicious nature.…