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…nd all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashioned as a sword, My voice is like the voice of death. The thunder of the Spirits wings Brings terror to the hearts of kings. Anon, and I am driven out In desert places by desire ; My mouth is salt and dry ; I doubt If hell hath such another fire ; If Gods damnation can devise A lust to match these agonies. The desert wind my body burns, The voice of flesh consumes my soul ;
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…rn away and sigh and touch my curls And slip half-conscious to the old embrace : And now you will not let me see your face Or hear your voice or touch you. Ah ! the hour ! He moves. Come back, come back, my lifes one flower ! Come back. One kiss before your leave me. So ! Stopturnone little kiss before you go ; It is my rightyou must. Oh no ! Oh no !
1898 · PDF PAGE 6
… I conquered self ; I grew at last A prophet chosen of the Lord ; I blew the trumpets iron blast That called on Zimri Omris sword ; My voice inflamed the fiery steel That was to smite upon Jezreel. And now, I haste from yonder sands, With fervour filled, to say Gods doom To Ahab of the bloody hands, The spoiler of his fathers tomb, The slayer of the vineyard king. Gods judgment, and his fate, I bring. The city gleams afar ; I see Samarinas white walls on high ; The mountains echo back to me The vengeful murmur of the sky ; All heaven and …
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
JEZEBEL 15 Must root from out his bosom the fair flower Of passion ! Listen to thine own voice yet ; A rich man many flocks and herds did get And took the poor mans lamb. Thou art the man ! Our love must lie beneath thy bitter ban ! Thou petty, envious God ! My king, be sure His brute force shall not to the end endure ; Some stronger soul than thine shall wrest his crown And thrust him from his own high heaven down To some obscure forgetful hell. For me Forsake thy hopes in him ! We worship, we, Rather the dear delights we know and hold ; T…