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1902 · PDF PAGE 63

Tannhäuser

Bringing all heart's blood to one 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 …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 79

Tannhäuser

…d wonder, O maker of Heaven ! The night falls asunder ; The darkness is riven ! Light, O eternal ! Life, O diurnal ! Love, O withdrawn ! Heart of my May, spring Far to Thy dawn ! God of the dayspring ! Sun on the lawn ! Hail to Thy splendour, Holy, I cry ! Mary shall bend her Face from the sky. Subtle and tender— Then I can die ! Tannhauser. The simple love of life and gladness there ! Merely to be, and worship at the heart. How complex, the machinery of me ! Better ? I doubt it. Hark ! he tunes again. n

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1902 · PDF PAGE 104

Tannhäuser

…, Rudely uprising ere your turn was come :— And you abuse our patience to insult The noble minstrel whose impassioned song Touched every heart. Sing in your turn you may. Love is the theme, not imbecility ! Wolfram. That is the subject next his heart, no doubt ! \^Laughter. Herald. Lord Bertram ! Bertram. I shall sing in other key. \Sings. He is the equal of the gods, my queen. He crowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Love's laughing ecstasies Flame in thy face, and alter then To the low light of passion dimly seen In shaded…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 99

Tannhäuser

Elizabeth. The proof! The proof ! Dear God, how true it is That such high worthiness sees nothing there In his own heart (save what is very Christ) But wickedness ! TannhAuser {aside). This is my punishment ! This faith, this hope, this love—to me —to me ! Elizabeth. Yet, once my word went forth into the world. Suddenly came the fear that you were still Accessible to men —mig^ht hear, misfht come ! The kind, grave face of you— that light outshone The mystical ideal. Therefore too I minded me of our old baby-love, And —marriages are made in heav…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 69

Tannhäuser

…ese mortals use. There, I am barred. The flaming sword of Light Is 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 h…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 143

Tannhäuser

The stars are buried in the mist of light. Beyond the hill the world is, and laments Existence —the wide firmament of woe ! And he—his heart was great enough for all, The fall of sparrows as the crash of stars, The tears of lonely forests, and the pain Of the least atom —all were in his heart. Was that indeed the truth ? that he should come At last a Christ upon the waiting world. Redeem it to more purpose than the last ! So fills his sorrow, and Her sympathy, My common soul, that I am fain to fall Upon my face, and cry aloud to God : " O Thou,…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 98

Tannhäuser

…o fingers, dreamily enough ! Then, too, you went away out of my life ! You see the symbol you have been to me ? The swift high mind, the heart of gold and fire. The living purpose and the mystic life Of lonely seeking for the Grail of God ! I—call you husband ? When I said your name, It was to set the task impossible :— Had they but known it —just as one should say : " Bring down St Michael : let me marry him ! " They knew the angels were too pure ; but you, They guessed not how exalted were your hopes ; How utterly unselfish, pure, and true, Y…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 33

Tannhäuser

Chosen of Me ! Thou heart of hearts, thou mine, Man ! Stamping into dust the Soul Divine By might of that mere Manhood ! Sense and thought Reel for the glory of thee kissed and caught In the eternal circle of my arms ! Woven in vain are the mysterious charms Endymion taught Diana ! For one gaze ; One word of my unutterable praise ; And I was utterly and ever lost, Lost in the whirlwind of thy love, and tossed A wreck on its irremeable sea ! Life ! Life ! This kiss ! Draw in thy breath ! To me ! To me ! \Tannhauser is lost. 31

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1902 · PDF PAGE 100

Tannhäuser

…pon Sweet thoughtful brows. Elizabeth. Your kisses move my soul. Strange thoughts and unimagined destinies Take ship, and harbour in the heart of me. Tannhauser. Words mean too much, and never mean enough. Look, only look ! Elizabeth. I am so happy—so ! 98

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1902 · PDF PAGE 7

Tannhäuser

…ld prate of this ? I know the secret thought that blossomed ! Extol the truth of love's disdain ! Love, daring by no glance to gladden A heart that waits but that to madden 5

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1902 · PDF PAGE 133

Tannhäuser

…his world ! Promise me! Tannhauser. Alas! One promise gave I once to woman — that Drove me to this illusion of your love, And broke your heart. Elizabeth. Oh no, I shall not die. Have I not Mary and the angels yet .'' Tannhauser. You are so pure, so pitiful —your word Cannot bring evil. Yes, I promise you ! Elizabeth. Go then the bitter pilgrimage to Rome, Gain absolution for this piteous past From him that owns the twin all-opening keys That bar your infinite on either side. Then ! look with freshness, hope, and fortitude Still to the summit— …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 74

Tannhäuser

…s dagger ! At the miracle Of a moment when our lips are fastened close Once more, in the unutterable kiss,. Drive its sharp spirit to my heart ! TannhAuser. Not I! I know the spell. I am warned. I will begone. Venus. I swear I will not let thee ! Thinkest thou So long I have held thee not to have the power To hold thee still by charm, or love, or force ? Fool, for I hate thee ! I will have thy life ! TannhAuser. Where is the cavern in the mountain side, The accursed gateway of this house of Hell ? Venus. Thou canst not find it ! Fool ! TannhAus…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 138

Tannhäuser

…is face is that of the Christ crticified. Save us, Saints, save us ! I have looked on God ! Tannhauser. Heinrich! my friend, my old true-hearted friend ! Fear not ! I am not ghost, but living man ! Ah me, ah me, the sorrow of the world ! Heinrich. Thou, Tannhauser ! what miracle is this ? Your body glows —with what unearthly light ? Tannhauser. I did not know. Ah ! sorrow of this earth ! What tears are falling from the Pleiades ! What sobs tear out Orion's jewelled heart ! Ah me ! As these, as these ! Heinrich. Speak, speak to me ! Else, I am f…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 83

Tannhäuser

…al road to Deity ! Another Pilgri M. Leave him ! Belike 'tis some philosopher With words too big to understand himself. Tannhauser. With heart too seared to understand himself! With mind too wise to understand himself! With soul too small to understand himself! Eldest Pilgrim. Cling to the Cross, sir, there is hope in that ! Tannhauser. You know not, friend, the man to whom you speak. I have lived long in miracles enough, Myself the crowning miracle of all, That I am merely here. God speed you, sirs ! I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 49

Tannhäuser

…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, 47

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1902 · PDF PAGE 125

Tannhäuser

… Daring to come to our pure court to brag Of his incredible vileness ? To link up The saintly purity of this my child With his seducer's heart of hell ! My voice ! Death ! Your cry echoes me ? Voices. Death ! Death ! Tannhauser. Leap out, Sword of my fathers ! you have heard my harp ! Its music stings your vile hypocrisy Into mere hatred. Truth is terrible ! You, cousin, taken in adultery ! You, Wolfram, lover of the kitchen maids ! You, Jerome —yes, I know your secret deeds ! You, ladies ! Are your faces painted thus Not to hide wrinkles of de…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 86

Tannhäuser

…pure, unsullied soul. Even so, forsooth ! They tell no secrets in the scullery. And there is Heinrich, wastrel of the Court, Yet hides a heart beneath the foolish face. And lo ! The Landgrave ! Flushed, undignified ! The chase was long—if he could see himself! Wind, wind the mort ! What call will answer me When I step forward ? Am I dead, I wonder, Or merely on my hare-brain quest ? Three years Since I was seen in Germany ! \^He descends the hill and enters the company. Hail, friends ! Good cousin Landgrave, merry be the meet ! Landgrave. Hands…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 44

Tannhäuser

… know the fire that runs Racing and maddening from the crown of flame, The monolithic core of mystical Red fury that is called a woman's heart) Sinking, I say, from the supreme embrace. The Good-night kisses ; sinking into sleep — What dreams betoken the dread solitude ? Venus. What dreams ? Ah, dreamest not of me, my knight ? Of vast caresses that include all worlds ? Of transmutation into molten steel Fusing with my intolerable gold In the red crucible of alchemy. That is— of clay ? Tannhauser. I dream of no such thing. But of Thy likeness ha…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 76

Tannhäuser

…skin, the marble of these brows, The roses, and the poppies, and the scent Subtle and sinful — thine, all thine, are these, What with my heart that only beats for thee, The many-throned and many-minded soul Centred to do thee worship. Hither, hither! TannhAuser. This shakes my spirit as a winnower Whose fan is the eternal breath of God ; Yet on my forehead I perceive a star That shames thy beauties and thy manifold Mind with its tiny triple flame. I go! Venus. Try not the impossible. Thou knowest my power. I shall renew the charm. TannhAuser. I…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 131

Tannhäuser

…auser. Define, give utterance to this " Good." You see God slips you, He the Undefinable ! Not good ! Not wise! Not anything at all That heart can grasp, or reason frame, or soul Shadow the sense of ! Elizabeth. He is far too great ! I see ! Tannhauser. Not great ! The consciousness of man Their many generations moulded so To fix in definite ideas, and clothe Their Maker in the rags. If skies are vast, So gems are tiny : who shall choose between ? Who reads the riddle of the Universe ? All words ! Thus, from his rock-wrought peeking-poiiit Out …

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