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…eal thy loyal oath To spit upon her ! Tannhauser. Ah, you murder me ! [Sings. Come, love, and kiss my shoulders ! Sleepy lies The tinted bosom whence its fire flies, The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls. And falls ! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon's ! Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes…
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" One birth of my bosom ; One beam of mine eye ; One topmost blossom That scales the sky. Man, equal and one with me, man that is made of me, man that is I." Hertha. 134
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…en, and mine eyes see clear. Venus. Then you would leave me ? Serpent if I were, My coils should press in dolorous delight Thy straining bosom, and my kiss were death ! Death ! Dost thou live, Tannhauser .'' Sayest thou still : " None but the dead can know the worth of love ! " ? 52
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…you. This Must dumb you with astonishment. Tannhauser. Well, no ! The details, unfamiliar ! But the theme I knew. And therefore leaps my bosom up : I rob your verderer of his nag, and ho ! Low the long gallop to Elizabeth ! Wolfram. Lucky and brave. How we all envy you ! Heinrich. Envy ? This day when he comes back to us ! Why, we are lucky too ! We thought you dead ! M 89
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…ite, and lonely as the coldest star Set beyond gaze of any eye but God's ; And, to forget her, found due somnolence In such a warm brown bosom as thine own 54
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…e. As God were bathing in the fire of Hell ? They change, they grow, they shake As sunlight on the lake : They hiss, they glisten on her bosom bare. O maiden, maiden queen ! The lightning flows between Thy mounting breasts, too magically fair. Draw mc, O draw mc to a dreaming death ! Send out thine opiate breath, And lull me to the everlasting sleep. That, closing from the kisses of disdain To ecstasy of pain, I may sob out my life into their dangerous deep. 58
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… set against me, and new pangs consume This nest of scorpions where my heart once was. Yet to my fearful task of hate I set No faltering bosom. I will have this man, His life, his strength ; and live a little more. Life—shall I ever reach the splendid sword Of womanhood, and gird it, gain my will, A human soul, and from that altitude Renew the terrible war against the Gods ? I have called Chronos the devouring God My father—shall his desolating reign Never return } Ay me ! this heart of hate, Loathing the man, takes comfort in the beast, 67
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… one ? I have been with God. Tannhauser {aside). How shall I speak ? A violent good-bye, As one distraught, ashamed .-* I had unbared My bosom to these folk, but the sole pride, My father's gift —to be a gentleman — Forbade the dying, welcome otherwise, At any despicable hands as theirs. They, they might boast —we hundred swords or so Set on the mighty Tannhauser, and slew him. We, scarce an hundred ! Yes, believe it, sirs We are not so feeble ! — But death anyhow Cuts and not loosens the entangled life. Be mine the harder and the better way, T…
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… but the dead can twine the limbs of love. Come, love ! My body in thy passion weeps Tears keen as dewfall's, salter than the deep's. My bosom ! How its fortress wakes, and leaps, And sleeps ! None but the dead can sleep the sleep of love ! Come, love, caress me with endearing eyes ! Light the long rapture that nor fades nor flies ! Love laughs and lingers, frenzies, stabs, and sighs. And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! [ Tannhduser sleeps. Venus. Sleep on, poor fool, and in thy sleep forlorn Defy the very beauty that thou…
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… house, too sore and sweet ? Who rageth as a lioness bereaved, If, for a moment's breathing space, I move Back from the purple where her bosom heaved, Back from the chosen body that I love ? Whose lips cling faster still In desperate sweet will? Whose body melts as fire caught in wine Into the clasping soul ? Whose breathing breasts control Her heart's quick pulsing, and the sob of mine? O Venus, lady Venus, thou it is Whose fierce immortal kiss Abides upon me, about me, and within ! Thou, lady of the secret of the Sea, Made one for love with m…
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…r birth of Nature: uttermost Night Dwelt, inaccessible to sound and sight ; Shielded from Voice, impervious to Light. Lo ! on the barren bosom, on the brine, The spirit of the Mighty One arose, 106
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… Gretchen, meet me in the dell We know and love, who love so well, While morn is cold and gray ! So, match thy blushes to the dawn ; Thy bosom to the rising moon, Until our loves to earth have drawn Some new bewitching tune. Come, Gretchen, in the dusk of day. Where nymphs and dryads creep away Beneath the oaks, to laugh and play 78
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…must taste, Uniting us with Her eternal sigh. There is a problem infinite again. I have not gained one jot since first I saw The stately bosom of the Venusberg, Save that mine eyes have seen a little truth, My body found a little weariness. I am very feeble ! Hither comes the hunt ! \_A horn winds quite close by. The noble, doomed, swift beauty ! Closer yet Pant the long hounds ! What heart he has ! One, two ! See the brach dying by his bloody flank ! So could not Tannhauser awhile ago. My help lay outside and above myself What skills him he is…
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…willing ! " Peer of Gods is he, equal soul to theirs, Who lingers in thy passionate embrace : Whose languor-laden kiss Cleaves where thy bosom is A throne of beauty for thy throat and face ! In these dark joys and exquisite despairs, O Love, let Death lay finger unawares ! 103
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…, the golden one. Separate from the sun. Now fire and air no more exult, exceed, Are balanced in the sphere. The waters wide Glow on the bosom of fixed earth ; and Need, The Lady of Beginning, also was. Thus was the firmament a vital glass. The waters as the vessel of the soul ; Thus earth, the mystic basis of the whole, Was smitten through with fire, as chrysopras, Blending, uniting, and dividing it. Volcanic, airy, and celestial. I rose within the elemental ball, And lo ! the Ancient One of Days did sit ! His head and hair were white as wool.…
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… No fertile glory (as the Love of God) : But vast and barren as the winter sea, Holding I know not what enormous soul In its salt bitter bosom, underneath The iron waters and the serpent foam ; Below, where sight and sound are set no more, But only the intolerable weight Of its own gloomy selfhood. This am I : This passion, lion-mouthed and adder-eyed. A mass compressed, a glowing central core. Like molten metal in the crucible ! Death's secret is some sweetness ultimate, Sweeter than poison. Ah ! My very words, Chance phrases, ravel out the ta…
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Why shakes your bosom ? Why does glory flame A crown, a cincture? What befell you there? Tannhauser. I came to Rome across the winter snows Barefoot, and through the lovely watered land Rich in the sunshine—even unto Rome. There knelt I with the other sinful folk At the great chair of Peter. Sobbed they out From full repentant hearts their menial sins, And got them peace. But 1 told brutally (Cynical phrase, contempt of self and him) My sojourn in the Venusberg ; then he Rose in his wrath, and shook the barren staff Over my head, and cried— I h…
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…over ! I will drag thee down Into mine own unending pain and hate To be one devil more upon the earth. — Come ! ye my serpents, wrap his bosom round With your entangling leprosy ! And me, Let me assume the beloved limber shape. The crested head, the jewelled eyes of death, And sinuous sinewy glitter of serpenthood, That I may look once more into his face. And, kissing, kill him ! Thus to hold him fast, Drawing his human spirit into mine For strength, for life, for poison ! Ah, my God ! These pangs, these torments ! See ! the sleeper wakes ! I a…
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… eyes less passionate than Peace That wept ! That wept ! O mystery of Love ! Clasping my hands upon the scarlet rose That flamed upon my bosom, the keen thorns Pierced me and slew! My spirit was withdrawn Into Her godhead, and my soul made One With the Great Sorrow of the Universe, The Love of I sis ! Then I fell away Into some old mysterious abyss Rolling between the heights of starry space ; Flaming above, beyond the Tomb of Time, Blending the darkness into the profound Chasms of matter—so I fell away Through many strange eternities of Space,…