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1905 · PDF PAGE 255

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… knew the angels were too pure; but you, They guessed not how exalted were your hopes; How utterly unselfish, pure, and true, Your great heart beat ! TANNHAUSER (w¢7th bitterness). I hardly knew, myself! (Aszde.) Here is the virgin insight of the truth | Or—cannot purity be brought to know Aught but itself? Some poets tell us that ! (Aloud.) JT am unworthy even to speak to you. 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 ! TANN…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 66

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…d a cry as if PERCY, Esme, I will come and talk to you in the moonlight. IT want to say something that I couldn’t say before, because my heart choked me. oSME. Come out, Percy, the moon is so white, looking out of the black sky. The sky is quite black near the moon; only far down where there are no more bright stars it is a deep, deep blue. It is bluer and deeper than the sea, PERCY. It is like your eyes. [Comes oud into corridor.) Esmé! I have looked into your eyes as your eyes look into ifleaven, and thereI have found my Ileaven. O serene dep…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 119

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…Our hopes are sped, Alas ! alas! From heaven we are thrust, we have no more trust. Alas ! Gold hairs and gray ! Red lips and white! Warm hearts, cold clay ! Bright day, dim night ! Our spirits pass Like the hours away. We have no light, Alas! alas! We have no more day, we are fain to say Alas ! In Love’s a cure For Fortune’s hate ; In Love’s a lure Shall laugh at Fate ; We have tolled Death’s knell ; All streams are pure ; We are new-create ; All’s well, all’s well! We have God to endure, we are very sure All’s well ! In such wise rang the chal…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 100

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ers to the fairy throat, Whose clear trills float And dive and run about the crystal deep As sweet as sleep. Only, fas: loveof this full heart of mine, There lacks the wine Our kisses might pour out for them; they wait, And we are late; Only, my flower of all the world, the thrush (You hear him? Hush !) Lingers, and sings not to his fullest yet : Our love shall get Such woodland welcome as none ever had To make it glad. Come, it is time, cling closer to my hand. We understand. We must go forth together, not to part. O perfect heart ! O little h…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 269

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262 TANNHAUSER 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: ‘©OQ Thou, Sole Wise, Sole Pure, Sole Merciful, Who hast thus shown Thy mystery to nan : Grant that his coming may be ve…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 68

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…eaving Mr. Vaughan’s house, as I shall only get him into trouble if I stay. But I will not come home with you, you who broke my mother’s heart, and turned me from your doors penniless. BRANDON, Unnatural puppy ! PERCY. My mother’s spirit forgives you, and in my heart is no longer the desire for vengeance. So far have I risen, but not far enough to forget that you are the most abominable villain that plagues God’s beautiful world with his infesting life. BRANDON [ze2¢h setdden calnness|. This to his father! say, you wretch? PERCY [to VAUGHAN]. I…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 162

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…155 Not unfamiliar, through exulting gates— Lift up your heads,” I hear the angels ery 3 ** Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors. A child-heart seeks the Lover of the Child!” O meek and holy Jesus, hath Thy heart Yearned unto me, Thy maiden? For I knew \ bliss so pregnant with the unforeseen As brought me to the very feet of Christ, Weeping. Tow clouded that mysterious Passion! I fell a-weeping in my bed, Forgetting, or not knowing. For a fire Too perfect for my sinful soul to touch Gathered me closely in itself, to hide Its utter glory from me.…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 61

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… And by the golden path the great have trod Reach up to God!” DAZEDALUS. THE scorpion kisses and the stings of sin Cling hard within The heart whose fibres, like a slender vine, Earth’s hopes entwine, And all the furies of the air caress The sorceress Whose bosom beats in unison with shame, A flower of flame Whose root most secretly made fast in hell Is watered by the seraphim that fell. The heart wherein is lit the sacred fire Of high desire, Burnt clean from all untruth and sacrilege, Her wings may fledge, And fly a little in the broad sweet …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 246

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…yes and lips in passion curled ? > O sister and O serpent and O mate, Strike the red fang of hate . Steady and strong, persistent to the heart ! So shall this song be made more ter- rible With the soul-mastering spell, Choke, stagger, know the Evil, Beauty’s counterpart ! Whose long-drawn curse runs venom in my veins ? What dragon spouse consumes me with her breath? What passionate hatred, what infernal pains, Mixed with thy being in the womb of Death? Blistering fire runs, Scorching, terrific suns, Through body and soul in this abominable Marr…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 124

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…in! O breasts with venom swollen by the snakes Of passion, whose cold slaver slimes and slakes The soul-consuming fevers that within Thy heart the fires of hell on carth begin! O heart whose yearning after truth for- sakes The law of love! O heart whose ocean breaks In sterile foam against some golden skin ! O thou whose bedy is one perfect prayer, One long regret, one agony of shame, Lost in the fragrance, speeding, subtle and rare, Up to the sky, an avenue of Hamc! My soul, thy body, in the same sin curled, With vivid lust annihilate the worl…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 245

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… and choose The very centre of my mouth, and meet In one supreme and conquering kiss, and cleave Unto the wound they leave, Bringing all heart’s blood to one house, too sore and sweet? And Who rageth as a lioness bereaved, If, fora 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 …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 188

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…E! TN my distress Pmade complaint to Death : Thy shadow strides across the starry airs Thou comest as a serpent unaware, Striking love’s heart and crushing out min’s Dreath : Thy destiny is even as God saith To mark the impotence of human prayer, Choke hope, sting all but Love; and never care . If man or flower or sparrow perisheth. Thee, T invoke thee, though no mercy move Thy heart! No power is to thy hate assigned On love (sing, poets! shrill, Pandean reecls !), But me, look on me, how my bosom bleeds— Invoke new power of cruelty ; be kind, …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 196

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…ring and straight. She pointed to the East with flashing eyes : “Thou canst not see her—but my Queen shall rise.” Bowed head and heating heart, with feet unsure I passed her, trembling, for she was too pure. I could have loved her. No: she was too wise. Her presence was too gracious to endure. ‘‘She did not bid me go and chain me to her,” I cried, comparing. her For One beyond all song 1—my poor heart turned ; Then, *tis no wonder. burned Mightier yet than ever. To renew her Venom from those pure eyes? And yet I yearned. Then, my spirit knew An…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 203

Collected Works (Vol. I)

196 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST And now [live in Him; my heart may trace the years In drops of virginal blood and springs of virginal tears. I love you now again with an undivided song. Because I can never love you, I cannot do you wrong. I saw in your dying embraces the birth of a new embrace ; In the tears of your pitiful faces, another Holier Face. Unknowing it, undesiring, your lips have led me higher ; You have taught me purer songs that your. souls did not desire ; You have led me through your chambers, where the secret bolt was drawn, T…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 194

Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY 187 The king was silent. None of us would stir. I sat, struck dumb, a living sepulchre, For—hear me! in my heart this thing be- came My sacrament, my pentecostal flame. And with it grew a fear—a fear of Ller. What Her? Shame had not found itself a name, I brood the Simply I knew it in myself. Ten years—so seemed it-—O! food In my mouth nauseate! In the silent hall One might have heard God’s sparrow in its fall. But I was lost in mine own solitude— 1 should not hear Mikhael’s ! trumpet-call. bitter Yet there did grow a …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 16

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THE TALE OF ARCIPAIS a) But [am born of gods, and turn My eyes to thee, thyself divine. My vigorous heart and spirit yearn With love, my cheeks with passion burn— As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine. Thy heart is cool, thy cheeks are pale, Nor blush with shame like winter wine To understand my amorous tale, For words and looks of Love must fail To touch thee, since a snowy veil Ts "twixt my mind and thine. Dear goddess, al whose carly breast I drank in all desires and woes3 Most reverend god, who oft caressed Her pale chaste …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 248

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…his 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 will I know the spell.) I am warned. 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 accurséd gateway of this house of Hell? VENUS. Thou canst not find it! Fool! TANNHAUSER. A…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 168

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… deadly as an asp. ULRIc. Wear me no more with this anxiety. CoRa. How can I speak? For this will ruin us. ULRIc. Unspoken, I demand thy heart of thee. CORA. My heart is_ broken. thine. This will murder ULRIc. Kill, but not torture! truth. Let me know the Cora. This shaft is aimed even against thy life. L

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1905 · PDF PAGE 217

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… dispense The oil that flows from that supernal star, And holy fountains of the Influence.! Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart Mastery of night-fear and the day-flung dart. , Yea! from the limit of the fallen day, And barren ocean of ungathered Time, Bring Night, and bring Eternity, and stay With white wings pointing where tired feet may climb: Even the pathway where shed blood ran deep To build red roses in the land of Sleep. O guardian of the pallid hours of night ! O tireless watcher of the smitten noon ! O sworded with the m…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 195

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…ak and save! I stare and stare until mine eyes are blind— There was no jewel in the ring she gave ! | My face grows grim and Oh! my pure heart! Adulterous love began So subtly to identify the man With its own perfumed thoughts. the grape Into the furtive brain—-a spirit shape Kisses my spirit as no woman can. 1 love her—yes; and I have no escape. So steals I never spoke, I never looked! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me also! It is very well. Tam well started on the road to Hell. Loved, and no sin done! Ay, the wo…

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