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1910 · PDF PAGE 161

The Winged Beetle

151 AN HYMN FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE (Independence Day) Brothers and sisters, on this day Of deathless glory, let us come United in our glad array To hymn our fathers’ martyrdom. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. They died—they died—and we are free. Take up their cross ! Deserve their crown ! The stainless flag of liberty By man shall not be trodden down ! Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. In war and earthquake, wreck and wrong, Still let the flag of freedom fly ! In peace and safety, s…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 80

The Winged Beetle

…owever that may be, ’tis clear What duty bids endeavour : To find you out in London, dear,— A ‘ now ’ is worth a ‘ never ’ !— To make to-day a heaven of cheer, And make to-day ‘ for ever ’ ! Yea ; though we know how springs run dry, We’ll trust our future, you and I. Ah, madman ! was there ever yet A love that lived a lustre

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1910 · PDF PAGE 16

The Winged Beetle

…ssues from the foam Armed with a pearly mirror and with a coral comb To tire her beauty, lure me to the lakes Of light where strikes the day to hyaline floors Whereon blithe fish and emerald water snakes Play all the day, and all their innocence adores Is some old anchor with its rusty flakes Fallen from God knows what forgotten ship. No ! not in Fancy’s palace will I play, Nor in imagination’s deep will dip The timid foot ; but rather will I strip Each rag of thought, and leap Into the sunset deep Still glowing with the glamour Of your life’s …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 192

The Winged Beetle

…must be going, sir. EUPHEMIA. I wish you would stay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. CARR. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [CARR, with his back to audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. OSSORY. That is indeed kind of you, Professor ! [CARR’S hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse ? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. OSSORY. [Rings.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunch when you like, please, everybody. I fear the house …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 124

The Winged Beetle

… There—good-bye the last time ! Now, please ! Luck’s ease is threes. What a kiss ! what a squeeze ! Dot the i’s ! cross the t’s ! Half a day’s a vast time ! Tragedies, Comedies, Pantomime and pastime !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 228

The Winged Beetle

218 LE VIN DES AMANTS SPACE is glorious to-day ! Throw bridle, bit, and spurs away ! Let us seek, astride of Wine, A Heaven faery and divine ! Like twin angels in dismay, Smit by Godhead’s blistering ray, Where dawn lurks blue and crystalline, Seek the mirage in the shrine ! Softly poised upon the wing Of the whirlwind let us ride, With its madness sway and swing, Sister, swimming side by side ; Onward through the starry streams Toward the Heaven of my dreams !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 158

The Winged Beetle

148 THE JEW OF FEZ His bullied servants overheard This wicked renegado-word. Four soldiers dragged the Jew away To prison on that very day. The Cadi and the Caid wept ; They thought a promise should be kept. “ Be calm ” (said they) “ and do not strive ! We think of burning you alive.” “ Shame ! ” said the wretch. “ ’Tis cruel to Burn me because I am a Jew ! ” The wise old Cadi wagged his head. “ I do not see a Jew,” he said. “ This clear distinction must be made. We only burn a renegade.” The fire they burnt Abdullah at Went merrily ; for he wa…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 157

The Winged Beetle

…ight ! “ Islam is free to all mankind : You only need to be resigned.” The Jew agreed ; he learnt to pray Five several times each mortal day. Instead of Abraham, the Mullah Called him Habib Husain Abdullah. But (what indeed is hardly strange) His views on Art began to change. “ This red’s a shrieking tone, I swear ! O for the black I used to wear ! ”

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1910 · PDF PAGE 56

The Winged Beetle

…n thinking that those eyes of grey Meant naught, suspected naught, were blind, Expressed the vacancy behind. So life went on. One winter day So silent and so still she lay That I took cold, regarding her. I rose, I wrapped myself in fur ; Then came to her, my thought untold Being that she, too, might be cold. I laid my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah you have guessed. Right. She was dead, quite dead. And so You see, friend, I shall never know. She kept her secret. —Leave me alone ! Or—I shall hardly keep my own !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 85

The Winged Beetle

…s yet babe-young. He took the gilded dung called womanhood, And fed it daily with his heart’s best blood. With sun and moon he worked by day and night, Wedding the greater and the lesser light. So sought he to excite that leprous mould Even to the pure, the vegetable gold. He licked it over with his silver tongue Sang golden songs to the disdainful dung. Regenerating starlight of the vault He called ; and sulphur, mercury, and salt. Long years he laboured at the cucurbite : Long years he thrilled the alembic with his light. Long years he travai…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 225

The Winged Beetle

…-of-murderess For thee, foul woman, cruel from idleness. To whet thy teeth at this ferocious play Thy rat-trap needs a man’s heart every day. Thine eyes, lit up like shops or booths that flare When all the world keeps holiday, still glare, Using a borrowed power with insolence, Ignoring beauty’s law that lent them sense. Blind wheel and deaf, of Hell in travail curled ! Brave tool that drinks the blood of all the world ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm ? Hath not the vastness of the evil th…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 71

The Winged Beetle

…ed my Dorothy ! the sun That fires my life, the spell to stir My soul’s enchantments every one : For this I curse Thee ! she was fair As day and brighter than the moon And all the gold stung in her hair ; And all the dawn of May—of June !— Kindled her cheeks ; her eyes were blue As all Thy skies, as all Thy seas. Her mouth—Oh God ! her mouth that slew Imagination’s ecstasies !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 170

The Winged Beetle

…ak Stark winds of innocence astray ! The fearful passion sweeps me away. So with a passionate thrill of fear I creep—like shadows across Day ! Like Winter on the expended year !— From those cold feet, a frozen meer, To those cold knees, a lost lagoon, To that wild woodland, strangely near To the lone tower that tops the moon ! Verily and Amen ! Unhewn The great grim forest menaces. What gardener may dare to prune Those woods to build me palaces ?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 76

The Winged Beetle

…love she shot in May Still rankles in September ; The flames in June that died away Have yet a lively ember. I force myself to dream all day : Night wakes me—I remember. Yea ; in the night thou lackest me. And I ? Ah surely I lack thee ! I must remember how we stood And let mad Paris pass us (Holding one moment to be good, For all the years surpass us.) And touched in our beatitude The peak of Mount Parnassus. Yea ; we did well to break the bars, And dwell one moment with the stars ! We played the ancient Comedy That Pan taught to the Satyrs.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 35

The Winged Beetle

…d of a suicide. He had plucked the hazel rod From the rude and goatish god, Even as the curved moon’s waning ray Stolen from the King of Day. He had learnt the elvish sign ; Given the Token of the Nine : Once to rave, and once to revel, Once to bow before the devil, Once to swing the thurible, Once to kiss the goat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of the witch with sea-green eyes With the unguents magical. Oh the honey and the gall Of that black enchanter’s lips As he croon…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 46

The Winged Beetle

36 THE GARDEN OF JANUS The sky in ’s galleon of amber, drawn By singing winds While we wove garlands of the flowers of our minds. IV All day my lover deigned to murder me, Linking his kisses in a chain About my neck ; demon-embroidery ! Bruises like far-off mountains stain The valley of my body of ivory ! Then last came sleep. I wake, and he is gone ; what should I do but weep ? V Nay, for I wept enough—more sacred tears !— When first he pinned me, gripped My flesh, and as a stallion that rears Sprang, hero-thewed and satyr-lipped ; Crushed, as…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 23

The Winged Beetle

…neither hate below, nor hate above, Nor chance, nor force, nor cunning shall deprive Man of thy gift, a love alive With more than men to-day can understand.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 145

The Winged Beetle

…od, be Thou my Neighbour ; And if that God have pity, have Thou pity ! For never man was smitten as I am smitten ; Nor from Time’s yesterday to Time’s to-morrow Was there a sorrow like unto this sorrow ! How many hours was Christ upon the cross ? How many days in hell ? But I have hung From the day of infinite loss Watching her degradation into dung Three years. Three years ! And now who asks me to shed tears ?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 204

The Winged Beetle

…D—OSSORY doesn’t turn. OSSORY. I can’t see him, Thomas. [Turns.] I beg your pardon, Mr. Todd. The fact is, I’m damnably worried over pay-day. I don’t know you very well, but I have a sound business proposition to put before you. I think you might help me. God knows I have tried every one else. Now—— [TODD takes him by the shoulder and whispers in his ear. Why, really, that is good of you—damned good of you ! Why, damme, sir ! you’re a public benefactor. Come, let us arrange the preliminaries—— [They go out, OSSORY clinging tightly to TODD’S arm…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 193

The Winged Beetle

…mily, do get a gentler footman. Oh ! Oh ! Nobody cares for the poor old man. I am thrown on the dust-heap. Oh, Emily, may you suffer one day as I suffer ! Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! [The Nurse comes forward and soothes him. NURSE. You must really be more careful of my patient, Thomas. THOMAS. I humbly beg pardon, miss. I think the balls is gritty, miss. I’ll ile ’em to-morrow. GRANDFATHER. There, you see, Nurse is the only one that loves me. I should like to marry you, Nurse, eh ? And cut ’em all out ? MRS. OSSORY. [Glares at Nurse in silence, not trusting…

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