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…tle tears. My brain is hard and cold ; there is no beat Of its blood ; there is no heat Of sacred fire upon my lips to sing. My heart is dead ; I say that name thrice over ; Rose !Rose !Rose ! Even as lover should call to lover ; There is no quickening, No flood, no fount that flows ; No water wells from the dead spring. My thoughts come singly, dry, contemptuous, Too cold for hate : all I can say is that they come From some dead sphere without me ; Singly they come, beats of a senseless drum Jarred by a fool, harsh, unharmonious. There is n…
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…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 ! OrI shall hardly keep my own !
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…d my life out there before ye all, Careless if I had summoned from the skies Some young true God, or spoiled the sacrifice, And were but dead as any man is dead ! So I have given up my inmost life Even unto you, sweet wife, Carelessyet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death.
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… even on the more of her decay. They spring from other roots. Now I am cleansed of her, I am so to say A man part paralysed. One limb is dead In feeling as in motion. This remains To ask : Will all catch deathhow soon ? This head Excites its miserable brains To think the word it knows by intellect To be the right wordpity ! Then reflect : Pitiful ! Pitiful ! most pitiful ! The pity of it ! Think of the love past, Blossoms too beautiful ! Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise ! Think of the babe and its most piteous end ! All thes…
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…inyong we used to call him. I remember MRS. OSSORY. [bursting into tears]. How can you, grandpa ? Cant you realise that poor Henry is dead ? GRANDFATHER. Henry dead ? MRS. OSSORY. Didnt you hear ? He was run over by Mr. Todds motor-car this afternoon in Piccadilly. GRANDFATHER. There, what did I tell you ? I always disliked that man Todd from the first moment that I heard his name. Dear, dear ! I always knew he would bring us trouble. OSSORY. Well, this doesnt seem to have been his fault,
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… upon the shuddering gold ! Still I will strive ! That by the striving broken I may exhaust this me ! That thou mayst sweep Swift on the dead from thine all-seeing steep And the unutterable word be spoken.
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226 COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL IN the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anonnow mark ! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey ; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary part Two ghosts evoke the pastoh hark ! Dost thou remember our old ecstasy ? Why do you wish to remind me ? Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear ? No. Ah ! the fair days of joyaunce and of gree When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! Maybe ! How blue the sky…
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…e to yew. All green is the garland I wear, But I feed it with blood for dew ! After the orange bars That ribbed the green west dying Are dead, O Lord of the Stars, I come to Thee, come to Thee crying. The ambrosial moon that arose With breasts slow heaving in splendour Drops wine from her infinite snows Ineffably, utterly tender.
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…y fall from me, lost in the haze, Sobered to softness of silvery grays. Satan is fallen from the pale empyrean Down in the dusk with the dead Galilean : Fill me the cup of the poppy Circean ! II Hardly a glimmer to chasten the gloom ; Hardly a murmur of Time at his loom ; Nothing of sense but the poppy-perfume.
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…he sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleeps dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity ! II So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels ; my bloods bewitched ; My brains afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below deaths horizon. III I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn ; They had thrown roses on the mo…
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212 LE VIN DE LASSASSIN MY wife is dead, and I am free ! Now I can drink my whole weeks wage. I used to come home stonyshe Tore my nerves with her cries of rage. I am as happy as a king : The air is pure ; the larks astir We had just such another spring The year I fell in love with her. The dreadful thirst that parches me Craves wine, wine, wine to loose its clutch : Wine, wine enough to brim with glee Her graveand that is saying much. I threw her body down the well ! The little wall around that ran I pushed upon her as she fell. I will …
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… and clean, a key Of purest lapis-lazuli More blue than the blind sky that aches (Wreathed with the stars, her torturing snakes) For the dead gods kiss that never wakes ;
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…s this great ache that grips the heart of me. Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws Till I am dead. Then let me die ! Who knows But that this corpse committed to the earth May be the occasion of some happier birth ? Springs earliest snowdrop ? Summers latest rose ? II Thou knowest what asp hath fixed its lethal tooth In the white breast that trembled like a flower At thy name whispered. Thou hast marked how hour By hour its poison hath dissolved my youth,
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…s and groans, Its phials of poison death-distilled, Its rattling chains and skeletons ! Here am I, free, alonealone ! I shall be drunk, dead drunk, to-night. Then I shall slip to the cold stone Without remorse, without affright ;
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…ps of your moustachioed mouth ; The fading fires in your debauched grey eyes With the black grooves about them, each a trench Where some dead soldier rots, a sterile stench All of you, ripe and rotten, athwart the lies Of paint and powder, false fanfares of youth That blare, yet passionate ache their tongue were true Hag of the pit, what should I make of you ? I will legitimize the bastard spell ! Take all your falsehood, weld it with my force. Now then, Canidia, match thy miracle With mine, old medlar ! Though the reek of hell Gush from thy …
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…o either seems, or as the sea Swallows the whale that swallows it, the ram Beats its own head Upon the city walls, that fall as it falls dead. XXVIII Come, let me back unto the lilied lawn ! Pile me the roses and the thorns Upon this bed from which he hath withdrawn ! He may return. A million morns May follow that first dire dæmonic dawn When he did split My spirit with his lightnings and enveloped it ! XXIX So I am stretched out naked to the knife, My whole soul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of bl…
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THE GARDEN OF JANUS 39 But in the end we lift the plumèd casque Of the dead warrior ; Find no chaste corpse therein, but a soft-smiling whore. XIV Then I returned into myself, and took All in my arms, Gods universe : Crushed its black juice out, while His anger shook His dumbness pregnant with a curse. I made me ink, and in a little book I wrote one word That God himself, the adder of Thought, had never heard. XV It detonated. Nature, God, mankind Like sulphur, nitre, charcoal, once Blended, in one annihilation blind Were rent into a myriad of…
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…od for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry ! I have bought for a wafer of bread A garden of poppies and clover ; For a water bitter and dead A foam of fire flowing over.
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…haos ; see ! these new-fledged wings Fail in its vaguenesses and inanitions. Only my circle saves me from the hate Of all these monsters dead yet animate. I match, &c YESOD Hail, thou full moon, O flame of Amethyst ! Stupendous mountain on whose shoulders rest The Eight Above. More stable is my crest Than thineand now I pierce thee, veil of mist ! Even as an arrow from the war-bow springs I leapmy life is set with loftier things. I match, &c. SAMECH (and the crossing of the Path of Pe) Now swift, thou azure shaft of fading fire, Pierce throug…
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…ith his beard, Setting his brain a-shake, a-spin, By that strong wand, and muttering of the weird That only I Knew of all souls alive or dead beneath the sky. XXIII So still I conquered, and the vision passed. Yet still was beaten for I knew Myself was He, Himself, the first and last ; And as an unicorn drinks dew