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…ord of the Gods! O Thou, the King of Kings! To me a sinner, me, Lowest of all that be, Be merciful, O Master Soul of things! Show me thy face of ruth, And in thy way of truth, Guide my weak youth, That stumbles while it walks, makes discord when it sings! So, Mighty Mother! Pure, Eternal Spouse, Isis, thou Star, thou Moon, thou Mightiest, Lead my weak steps to thine Eternal House! Rest my vain head on thine Eternal Breast! Spread wide the wings divine Over this shadowy shrine, Where in my heart their hovering lendeth Light! Bend down the amazin…
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…lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, and fire, So to slip down between Thighs vast and epicene, Morose and lean, To that unnameable morass, the ultimate mire. Wherefore behoves the Soul that leaps divine, Even beholding, darkly in a mirror, The face of God, to sink before His Shrine. Weeping: O Beauty, Majesty,…
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…tle path Toward the train: imagine how the years Mingled her wine-cup with the wanton’s tears, And leave her worn and weary and alone; A face of brass, a serpent’s heart of stone. She had one curse: against the cruel men That reared her without knowledge of mankind, Her parents and their leprous faith; but then She had one virtue: pitiful her mind Toward all gentle spirits: she had given Manya sister half a help to heaven; Many a sorrowing soul that knew her face Lovely behind her destiny’s disgrace. The stern Dissenter was a godly man, And rob…
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…ved and stung; That spoke: no word that living head may hear. Even as a veil imaging Beauty’s eyes Behind, lifted, lets flash the maiden face; So that dead putrefying sea supplies A veil to the unfathomable Place. Behind it grew a form, Wrapped in its own dire storm,
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…ence. Warm wealth of draperies, the broidered room, And delicate tissues of pale silk that shine About her bed: all kiss the dead girl’s face With shadowy reluctances that gloom Over and under, and the cold divine Presence of Death bedews the quiet place. She was so gracious; she Was grace. Once, in the long insidious hours that steal Through summer’s pleasant kingdom, she would weave Such songs, such murmurs of the dusky breeze That passed, like silken tapestries that feel The silkier cheeks of maidens as they cleave Tender to patient lovers, …
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THE FATAL FORCE 43 And worship, seeing justice as a spouse Lean on thine iron hand. For Murder walks by night, and hides her face, But righteous Wrath in the light, and knows his place; For hate of a mother is ill, and the lightning flashes, But foil a harlot’s will, burn the earth to ashes, Cleanse the incestuous sty of a whore’s desire, Scatter the dung to the sky, and burn her with fire! So the avenging master shall cleanse his fate of shame, Set his seal of disaster, a royal seal to his name. [Exeunt. PACHAD. I am not Horus, but I shall be …
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…s vile extremity! [He prays silently. CORA, watching him. How wonderful! He will abide the shock. Death and mute horror fight within his face Against a will made masterful to Fate. ULRIC razses his eyes and lifts hts arm in act to strike. Then I detest you! Mother! Treacherous! Vile as the worm that battens on the dead! CORA. Ulric! He’s mad! Sweet heaven! what is this ? [CORA zs now hysterical, ULRIC does not notice. She shrieks at each new insult. ULRIC. Say rather, what are you? I loved you once Childlike; then came the power of reasoning, A…
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…oreover, as Apollo re-arisen Flames, with a roaring of the morning sea, Up from the stricken gray, the iron - barred prison, Flashes his face again upon the lea, And diamond dews the woodland Ones bedizen ; So—so for me!
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…ginal sweet spirit cannot reach My fury. You are silent. Yet you love! I read it in the terror of your eyes, The crimson of your burning face. I know, I know you love me! Cora, Cora, tell me! O she will die! I would not—I was rough— My overmastering desire to you— My queen, my wife, this maddens me. CORA, recovering. You fool! You beast! I hate you for your stupid self! I am defiled! Go! Touch me not! Speak not! I am accursed of the Lord my God. [Shrieks. ULRIC. Darling! my darling! How have I done this? CORA. Fool! It is madness! Yes, and puni…
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…ery! [Taking a spear, he runs through the soldier. The KING OF SYRIA, attended, enters. KING OF SYRIA. Your armies beaten back before my face, Your weapons broken, I am come to take The crown from her pale brows that sitteth there. THE LEPER. The Queen is dead: I am the King of Egypt. To-day I saved the house from its own shame By strange ways: I will strike one blow to save The land from its invaders. In the name Of all our gods, I here invoke on thee The spirit of my leprosy. Have at you! [Springs at the King of Syria, only to be transfixed o…
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…ve, and both are worthy to be loved. Ah Fate! if thou hadst cast the dies Whence no appeal, in any other wise! I am the soul of the grim face of things; Mine are the Sphinx’s wings; Mine own life lives with this event! Yet even I, its very self, lament The execrable tyranny, The rayless misery Of this wild whirlpool sea of circumstance. Mine old eyes look askance: It is my punishment to dwell In mine own self-created hell. [CORA vushes in. MADELINE. What curse of God hath smitten you? I see Exceeding horror in abiding shape, Blasting the counte…
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…k the sky With calling me to answer. And J lay— A storm of weeping swept across my frame— Till the polite, the hateful manager Led me to face a nation’s lunatic Roar of delight. I soon got over that, And over—yes, the other thing. Three months— They used to quote me on the Stock Exchange! I will say this to me, I will not shrink: Look up, you coward, Cora Vavasour! Which fathered me the bastard? Every rag, Prurient licksores of society, Gave it a different father. Am I sure Myself? The shameful Mammon was his name, Glittering gold! I loved my o…
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…sic of the motion of her feet. I swoon in that imperial embrace— Lay we asleep till evening, or dead ? I knew not, but the wonder of her face Grew as the dawn and never satiated. She knew not in her strong imperial soul How hopeless was the slavery of life, 95
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…, in presence of the silent place; Then you burned, afire, caught up the ghastly head, Looked like Hell right into it, and spat upon the face! O Madonna of the Golden Eyes!
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… memory—now I can but grieve. Perhaps our happiness, despite of all, Would have grown comelier and never tired; Perhaps the pitiful pale face had been Alway my true wife’s; let me not recall Her first shy glance! This woman I desired, And sealed my own for ever by this keen Death that crowns her Death’s queen. Death’s and not mine: I was a fool to kiss Her dead lips—aye, her living lips for that ! I cannot bid her rise and live again. I would not. Nay, I know not; for is this My triumph or my ruin, satiate Of death, insatiate alway of pain ? Wh…
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…ne exquisite divine Flower of the sunlight; memory alone Held its stern sceptre on a cruel throne. She simply fled and would not see his face. A noble folly! In the countryside Where her harsh youth was nurtured, in the place Where she revolted, she lay down and died. With crossed hands folded on her budded breast She closed her eyes, and slept the sweet long rest Where the true peace of purity is drawn. She lay there dead; her spirit sought the dawn.
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…e seas, And that vast river of our sowing-time, And of your Sun. Behold me made a god Of my own godhead, and adore the sun Of my queen’s face, and worship ye the fount And fertile river of my life. Bow down, Ye people and ye priests, and worship me, And him co-equal. Iam very god!” So spake the Queen; but I arose and said: ‘‘Queen and our lord, we worship! Let the smoke Of this divinest incense be a smell