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ACELDAMA 5 And lose ourselves, together, far above . The highest heaven, in one sweet lover’s kiss, So sweet, so strong, That with it all my soul should unto him belong. XXIV. An ecstasy to which no life respends, Is the enormous secret I have learned : When self-denial’s furnace- flame has burned Through love, and all the agonising bonds That hold the soul within its shell are turned ‘To water weak ; ‘hen may desires obtain the cypress crown they seek. XXV. Browning attained, I think, when Evelyn Hope Gave no response to his requickening kiss …
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230 ACT II. ‘Buta moment's thought is passion s passing bell. "—KEAtTS, Lamia. fn Venushere. VENUS, SWEET, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moun, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses ; The night, as long as death ! Still, breath ! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth ! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden,! The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep …
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… in the unseen? Sing to this hero; sing, lure slumber to your queen.” And she: ‘Not many SONG OF APHRODITE’S LIANDMAIDENS. My dreams are sweet, because my heart is free, Because our locks sti]l mingle and lips meet, Because thine arms still hold me tenderly, My dreams are sweet. Visions ot waters rippling by my feet, Trees that re-weave their branches lovingly, 3irds that pass passionate on pinions fect : Such quiet joys my eyes in slumber see— Let death’s keen sickle wander through the wheat ! I love not life o’ermuch; since loving thee My dre…
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…e Wherein the dolphin bathed his shining side ; No smallest cloud between me and my bride Came like a little mist ; one tender fear, Too sweet to speak of, closed the dying year With love more perfect, for its purple root Might blossom outward to the snowy fruit Whose bloom to-night lay sleeping on her breast, As ifa touch might stir the sunny nest, Break the spell’s power, and hid the spirit fly Who had come near to dwell with us. But I Bend through long hours above the dear twin life, Look from love’s guerdon to the lover-wife, And back again…
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…rit to devour, And fuse and mingle us in one transcendent hour. Godhead is less Than mortal love, the garland of the spheres, Than those sweet tears That yield no bitterness To the luxurious cries That love shrills out in death, that murmur when love dies. Love dies in vain. For breezes hasten from the summer south To touch his mouth And bid him rise again, Tul, ere the dawn-star’s breath, Love kisses into sleep, Sleep swoons away to Death. So Zeus in her sweet arms slept daintily Till the sun crept into the midmost sky, And his own curse came …
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…. But horned and huntress from the skies, She bends her lips upon the breeze, And pure and perfect in her eyes, Burn magical virginity’s Sweet intermittent sorceries, When the slow wind from her sweet word In all their conchéd ears is heard. And like the slumber of the seas, There murmur through the holy trees The kisses of the goddess keen, And sighs and laughters caught between. For, swooning at the fervid lips Of Artemis, the maiden kisses Sob, and the languid body slips Down to enamelled wildernesses. Fallen and loose the shaken tresses ; F…
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THE FAREWELL OF PARACELSUS TO APRILE 39 ‘©Within my heart one slow sweet whisper stole Consuming and destroying all my soul Lest, if the pure cold mind should conquer it, TI might not know, although it still were sweet. ‘‘My pure desires arose and cast out love That flew away, most like a wounded dove, Only the drops were mine its bosom bled. Now the last time it hovers by my head: ‘* Now the last time I turn and go to her.”’ The violet smiled at him; his fingers fair Plucked the sweet blossom to his breast; his eyes. Mused like delight, and li…
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…ath whose sombre shade I hold a lazy maid In chaste arms and too tender. Lo! she is fair ! God said : And saw through the deep glade How sweet she was and slender. But I—could I behold her Curved shapeliness of shoulder? I, whose strong arms enfold her Trimoculate surrender. Pure as the dawns that quicken On snow-topped mountains stricken 3y first gray light that grows, 3y beams that gather, thicken, A web of fairy ticken 1 To make a fairy rose: Pure as the seas that lave With phosphorescent wave The sombre architrave Of Castle No-man-knows. Pu…
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… My soul, thy body, in the same sin curled, With vivid lust annihilate the world. A WVODLAND IDYLL. FResH breath from the woodland blows sweet O’er the flowery path we are roaming, On the dimples of light lover’s feet In the mystical charm of the gloaming, Yvonne! On the buds that blush bright as we meet In the mystical charm of the gloaming ! A tear for the stars of the night, And a smile for the avenue shady, A kiss for the eyelashes bright, And a blush tor the cheek of my lady, Yvonne ! A daugh for the moon and her spite, Anda blush for the …
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…om, leaf, bud and green stem Flash with your light to some far land, Where men shall wonder if you be not a newly-be~- starland. Ah! the sweet scents of the woods! Ah! the sweet sounds of the heaven ! Sights of impetuous floods, Foam like the daisy at even, Folding o’er passionate gold petals that sun- rise had riven ! See, like my life is the stream Now its desire is grown quiet ; Life was a passionate dream Once, when light fancy ran riot, Now, ere youth fades, flows in peace past woody bank and green eyot. Highest, white heather and rock, Mo…
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…s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Our Lady crushed me in her bed ; Between her breasts my life was wet ; My lips from that sweet death were fed ; I died, and would forget. But so God would not have me die ; Her deadly lips relax and fade, Her body slackens with a sigh Reluctant, like a maid. I said : O vainpire ? Lover, weep, Who cannot follow me above, Though Death may masquerade as Sleep, And Lust laugh out like Love. But God’s strong arms set under me Lifted my spirit through the air Beyond the wide supernal sea,* Beyond the ve…
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…know Some geese are gabbling. perchance ! The voice of old men is a pleasant thing. Sing to him CHoRrus, What say ye, brethren? him Some sweet low ditty, or the louder pean? Shall we sing to AHINOAM. They verily think I speak, not mocking them. CHORUS, Who shall uncover such a tongue for wiles, And pluck his meaning from his subtle words? AHINOAM, Who shall speak plain enough for such as these To understand?) Or so debase his thought As meet their minds, and seem as wisdem’s self? CHORUS. Leave now thy gibing in the hour of joy, And lend sweet …
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THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY 159 ULRIC (surprised). Sweet ! you speak of love! You must have guessed I meant to question you, And smoothed the passage to my modesty. CORA (wath better sorrow at her heart). You make me very glad. Yes, yes, indeed, Love is my meaning. Does it shame me much To talk so openly of love to you? But Iam old enough to be—to be-—— ULRIC (breaking right out). My wife! O Cora, I have loved you so! My heart is like a fountain of the sea. I burn, I tremble; in my veins there swims A torrid ecstasy of madness. Ah! Ah God! I kiss you,…
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…ow, Is all our care; lips joined to lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go; So sweet love’s last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are inter- twined; Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand ; Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses; sun shall dawn and find Two lovers who have passed the land Of sleep—-and found Death kind. MAN’S HOPE. Ere fades the last red glimmer of the sun ; Ere day is night, when on the glittering ba…
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…ayer 3 The third, because I wished that she should weep 5 The fourth, to draw her kisses and to keep; The fifth, for love; the sixth, in sweet despair ; The seventh, to destroy us unaware 3 The eighth, to dive within the infernal deep. The last, to kill her-—-and myself as well! Ah! joy of sweet annihilation, The blackness that invades the burning sun, My swart limbs and her limbs adorable ! So nine times dead before the night is done, Even as Styx nine times embraces Hell. LOVE, MELANCHIOLY, DESPAIR! Derr melancholy—O, the child of folly !— Lo…
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…efore the Christ ; It wraps His feet with grey, A perfumed melancholy mist, Tears sacred from the day ; An awe, a holiness, I wist, More sweet than man may say. I bend my head to kiss the brow, Scarred and serene and wide, The bosom and the loin-cloth now And where the blood has dried, The blood whose purple tide doth flow From out the smitten side. The fragrance of his skin begets Desire of holy things ; Through the dim air a spirit frets His closcly woven wings; Like love, upon my brow he sets The crowns of many kings. (The trembling demons o…
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…n 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 air, Till unaware The Spirit of Jehovah, like a dove On wings of love, Breathe the sweet kiss, a sacrament un- told, And clothe the heart’s desire with flames of gold. No rash Icarian wing this passion plies, But sanctifes, As ifa censer (that a cherub swings) Blossomed with wings And floated up, an incense-breathing bird, With songs half heard
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…d wise. My lips are fervent, as in prayer, Thy lips are parted, as to kiss: My hand is clenched upon the air, Thy hand's soft touch, how sweet it is ! The wind is amorous of the sea ; The sea’s large limbs to its embrace Curl, and thy perfume curls round me, An incense on my eager face. O emerald star, deep beauty’s avatar, Are thy skies dim? What throne is thine above? Where is the crownof thee —thy sevenfold star, My heart of love? | Then from the clinging mist there came a singing; A dirge re-echoes to the poet prayer : ‘‘T am their child to…
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…e my’one last hope. that by some cross Eld may avenge youth’s loss ! Yet still youth burns ! wasted Compel their bitter memories to grow sweet ; Like some warm-perfumed poison if I tasted, Felt its fierce savour pulse, and burn, and heat ; Yet in my veins its sleepy fire might bring Strange dreams of some sweet thing. The hours its pleasure Half'a regret and half a shuddering terror, The past lies desolate and yet is here, Half guide, half tempter toward the stream of error, Oa whose fresh bosum many a mariner Puts out with silken sail-—to find…
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…s ; loves reclaim Their own still hour. The dawn is here, and on the sands Where sun first flames, I gather lilies from all lands Of sad sweet names. The Lesbian lily is of white Stained through with blood, Swayed with the stream, a wayward light Upon the flood. The Spartan lily is of blue, With green leaves fresh ; Apollo glints his crimson through The azure mesh. The English lily is of white, All white and clean ; There plays a tender flame of light Her flowers between. The English lily is a bloom Too cold and sweet ; One might say—in the twi…