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Elizabeth. So sure? You want me to confess ae;ain The deep pure love, the love indicible. Tannhauser (to himself). Words, thoughts, that fail her? How should acts exceed ? (Aloud^ Better sit thus and read each other's thoughts — 1 in the blue eyes, in the hazel you ! Then, bending, I may touch my lips upon 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 hap…
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…Yet will I not forsake thee ; for thy soul, " Its splendid self, hath known Me. Fare thee well." Venus. What are these strange and silly words .■* Awake! Wake and devour me with the dawn of love. The dragon to eclipse this moon of mine ! TannhAuser. I sleep not. Those were Her mysterious words As faded the great vision. And I knew In some forgotten corner of my brain Some desperate truth. Venus. Forget this foolishness ! [ There cometh a shadow. I am afraid, even I ! What moves me thus ? TannhAuser. I saw the mighty vision as before Forming in …
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…l {except Heinrich, zvho lai(ghs). Save us, Maria ! [ They look about them fearfully and cross themselves. Landgrave. Even in jest, such words I— Most dangerous Even to think of! — but to speak ! Heinrich {aside). These fools ! \^He remains, thoughtfully regarding Tannhixuser. Landgrave. God avert omens ! Soft you, Tannhauser, You heard the heralds ? Tannhauser. Never a word of them ! Landgrave. You must remember my Elizabeth, My daughter — I designed to marry her To a most noble youth — 88
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…se of the Breath divine, Hail to Thee, shrouded shrine, Whence our Redeemer came ! Hail to Thy holy name ! Av6 Maria ! Tannhauser. Those words that saved me ! Shepherd-boy. Pray, your blessing, sirs ! I worship Mary in my simple way. And see Her name in all the starry host, And Jesus crucified on every tree For me ! God speed you to the House of God ! The Eldest Pilgrim. The Blessing of the Virgin on your head ! The Youngest Pilgrim. What make you, sir, so downcast ? Come with us Who taste all happiness in uneasiness. Hunger and thirst, in His …
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Landgrave. You have dipped somewhat in philosophy Of a too cynical and wordy sort. Tannii.\user. To logic there is one reality, Words. But the commonsense of humankind By logic baffles logic, chains with Deed The lion Thought. It is a circle, friends ! All life and death and mystery ravel out Into one argument — the rounded one. The Unknown Minstrel. Count me your children their arithmetic ! Zero, the circle, grows to one, the line : Both limitless in their own way. Proceed. Two is by shape the Coptic aspirate, Life breathed, and death indrawn.…
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…foolish-wise, too passionate-cynical, To seek your royal 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 y…
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…and yet fertility : " See to thy purpose, and thy set desire ! " Else, dire the fate — the ultimation dire ! " Vague threats and foolish words ! Quite meaningless The empty sounds he muttered in mine ear. Why should their silly mystery impress My thoughtful forehead with the lines of fear ? (This riding saps my courage as my cheer.) D 25
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Landgrave. What are these words ? The Unknown Minstrel. Let silence now abide : Disturb not the impassioned utterance 1 Tannhauser. [Smo-s. Can you believe the deadly will's decree, The bitter earnestness of this desire, The deep intention, the solemnity, Profound as night and penetrant as fire, The awful grasping at the Infinite, Even as I grapple at the breasts of thee, The seeking and the striving to the light Deep in thine eyes, where Hell tlames steadily? I am not clinging thus Despairing to the body of thy sin For mere delight —Ah, deadly…
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…e, who am become Perhaps the subtlest mind of men. Alas ! Maybe in this I still am self-deceived, Merely the fool swelled up with bitter words, Imagination, and the toadstool growth, Thought, wounded ; as a scorpion to sting Its own bruised life out. This is Tannhauser! How long ago since he took pleasure in Such love— [-(4 horn winds. such music as yon horn below— \A chant is heard. Such worship as the simple chant that steals Calm and majestic in the solitude Up from the valley. Pilgrims, by my fay ! \Enter Pilgrims. Pilgrims. Hail to Thee, L…
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…are will, and witchery, and prayer. Remains the life of earth, which is but hell. Destiny's web, and my immense despair. Landgrave. Your words are terrible ! We knew them true Even while you sang. But see ! the light of day ! Beauty in all things and—for you—true love ! I 12
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…sharper than your hates ! I know you ! Cowards to the very bone ! [^Driving them out. Who fights me, of this sworded company ? Cannot my words have sting in them enough, Now, to make one of you turn suddenly And stab me from behind ? Out, out with you ! Fling-to the doors ! A murrain on the curs ! So, I am master ! The Unknown Minstrel. Well and merrily done ! But look you to the lady ; she has swooned. Tannhauser. Who are you, sir, stood smiling, nonchalant, At all the turmoil, ridiculing it ? You knew the secret symbol of my life, You forced …
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…the 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 speers the hermit. " See, the sun is dead ! " It shines elsewhere. You from your tiny perch, The corner of the corner of the earth, Itself a speck in solar life ; the sun. For all I know, a speck among the stars, Themselves one corporate molecule of space !— You from your perch judge, label, limit Him ! Not that your corner is not equally R 129
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…their snows ? Thine old desire Was just to touch the mere impalpable. To formulate the formless. Otherwise Christ did as well— thine own words turn again ! TannhAuser. Ah, if pure love could grow material ! There are pure women ! 56
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… pure, miracle of true love, 1 have a bitter word and harsh to say. This is my curse —no sooner do I speak, Or formulate my mind in iron words. That my mind grows, o'erleaps the limit set, And I perceive the truth that lies beyond— One further step into a new-fallen night. Hear then — I hate to hurt your perfect soul ; 127
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…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 tale for me— Sweetness and death — poison and love. Consider How this same striving to the Infinite, Which I intend by "love," is likest to That journey's wonder to the womb of death : 39
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…hree only seem to take delight in deliberately perverting the sense of my remarks : and to them, for their own sake, I now address these words of elementary instruction. You are perfectly welcome to do with my work in its entirety what Laertes did with his allegiance and his vows : but do not pick out and gloat over a few isolated passages from the Venusberg scenes and call me a sensualist, nor from the Fourth Act and groan " Mysticism ! " ; do not quote " Two is by shape the Coptic Aspirate " as a sample of my utmost in lyrics ; do not take th…
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… . several glaring crudities and much banality." " An unusual number of gory phantoms." "A trifle ludicrous and monotonous." " A riot of words without much thought at the back of them . . . windy and boyish in over-emphasis . . . very respectable verse." " Earliest and worst manner of Keats ... no new note here. Even the epithets are conventional. ..." " Lacks utterly originality . . . echoes of Mr Swinburne, Tennyson, and sometimes of Mr Gilbert." "Sickly, sensuous vein." " Holds the first place among the latter-day poets." " The fairest promi…