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Page 27 of 1061898 · PDF PAGE 48
…n red hell gape wide To swallow up the heathen. Victory Swells the red-gleaming torrent of pursuit, And Israel shakes her lazy flanks at last A lion famished, and is greedy of death. CHORUS. O joyful day! And where is Jephthah now? | MESSENGER. Faint with the heat of a hard battle fought, But following hard after with the horse. For from Aroer even unto Minnith He smote them with a slaughter most unheard, And twenty cities saw from trembling walls Twice twenty thousand corpses; stragglers few Call to the rocks and woods, whose dens refuse Shelt…
1911 · PDF PAGE 115
…ms] Laylah! my one lovel LAYLAH, Rinaldo! RINALDO. We might not live together. God is love; He lets us die together. LAYLAH. Together at last I RINALDO. You and I, love, you and I. LAYLAH. You and I. [The flames Haze to hem/en with a 7047. RINALDO and LAYLAH are öle/ted aut. URCHIN. What has he done? ISAAC. He was tryingto save his diamonds. That was the Grand Master of the Temple. It was his crest; she must have stolen it. A diamond scorpion! Oh dear! Oh dear! URCHIN. ΓΗ be a dragon, with wings. They shan’t burn me; I'll burn them. ISAAC. Of co…
1911 · PDF PAGE 115
…ms] Laylah! my one lovel LAYLAH, Rinaldo! RINALDO. We might not live together. God is love; He lets us die together. LAYLAH. Together at last I RINALDO. You and I, love, you and I. LAYLAH. You and I. [The flames Haze to hem/en with a 7047. RINALDO and LAYLAH are öle/ted aut. URCHIN. What has he done? ISAAC. He was tryingto save his diamonds. That was the Grand Master of the Temple. It was his crest; she must have stolen it. A diamond scorpion! Oh dear! Oh dear! URCHIN. ΓΗ be a dragon, with wings. They shan’t burn me; I'll burn them. ISAAC. Of co…
1913 · PDF PAGE 137
…adiance finds his face , Stoop and observe a spinning ball His hand in one slight moment twirled , Half idly sundering from the All That last least particle , the world ? Man 's flesh is rooted in the ground , Whose mind , yet , reaching up the sky Far beyond scope of light or sound Commerces with infinity . Child of the earth , man loves the womb That bore , the breasts that gave him food : Nor all too much resents the doom Which brings to dust earth 's myriad brood . Yet child of God , man greatly shares Each thought each passion of his sire …
1913 · PDF PAGE 185
ROSA IGNOTA VI THE VALLEY Ir is undone, the spell, and I am cast Out to the winds; at last I shall perish utterly, I know: But I shall lie asleep on the breast of the Past, Nor feel the sun, nor the tempest, nor the snow, And all my woe Shall be as naught to me, For I shall be utterly free As I am utterly dead. So let no requiem be said Over my mouldering head, And let no vague, sweet songs be sung By any tongue! For he to whom the songs are given Hath no ear to receive. The chord is riven, And he did not believe. He had no fear to die, for dea…
1913 · PDF PAGE 185
ROSA IGNOTA VI THE VALLEY Ir is undone, the spell, and I am cast Out to the winds; at last I shall perish utterly, I know: But I shall lie asleep on the breast of the Past, Nor feel the sun, nor the tempest, nor the snow, And all my woe Shall be as naught to me, For I shall be utterly free As I am utterly dead. So let no requiem be said Over my mouldering head, And let no vague, sweet songs be sung By any tongue! For he to whom the songs are given Hath no ear to receive. The chord is riven, And he did not believe. He had no fear to die, for dea…
1905 · PDF PAGE 123
…r 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 bar The waves a…
1898 · PDF PAGE 60
Up still and staggering to the doubtful goal, Feet dragging horribly behind, I move Deathlike for dearth and for despair of soul ; At last I drop. From Heaven there comes a Dove Bearing the semblance of the Man I love, And fountains and fresh grass by magic spell Are suddenly around me. And above I hear the voice my visions know so well : “ Well striven all this day against the power of Hell ! ” I know these mercies still diviner grow Each day I strive, but should I sit and rest One hour of dawn, and cry, “ I will not go Another step without mo…
1909 · PDF PAGE 110
…neath the sky. XXIII So still I conquered, and the vision passed. Yet still was beaten, for I knew Myself was He, Himself, the first and last; And as an unicorn drinks dew From under oak-leaves, so my strength was cast Into the mire ; For all I did was dream, and all I dreamt desire. XXIV More; in this journey I had clean forgotten The quest, my lover. But the tomb
1909 · PDF PAGE 110
…neath the sky. XXIII So still I conquered, and the vision passed. Yet still was beaten, for I knew Myself was He, Himself, the first and last; And as an unicorn drinks dew From under oak-leaves, so my strength was cast Into the mire ; For all I did was dream, and all I dreamt desire. XXIV More; in this journey I had clean forgotten The quest, my lover. But the tomb
1913 · PDF PAGE 192
…amiliar stones restore The old appearance -buried core , The moveless and essential me, The eternal personality Alone enduring first and last ? No, this I have known in other ways, In other places, other days. Not only here , on this one peak , Do fixity and beauty speak Of the delusiveness of change Of the transparency of form , The bootless stress of minds that range , The awful calm behind the storm . In many places , many days , The invaded soul receives the rays Of countries she was nurtured in , Speaks in her silent language strange To th…
1899 · PDF PAGE 66
…n red hell gape wide To swallow up the heathen. Victory Swells the red-gleaming torrent of pursuit, And Israel shakes her lazy flanks at last A lion famished, and is greedy of death. CHORUS. O joyful day! And where is Jephthah now? | MESSENGER. Faint with the heat of a hard battle fought, But following hard after with the horse. For from Aroer even unto Minnith He smote them with a slaughter most unheard, And twenty cities saw from trembling walls Twice twenty thousand corpses; stragglers few Call to the rocks and woods, whose dens refuse Shelt…
1901 · PDF PAGE 12
…OGUE Dark fires of horror about it and within, A changing, dreadful Shape: Nowa distorted ape; Now an impending vampire, vast and lean ; Last, a dark woman pressed, The world unto her breast, Soothed and caressed With evil words and kisses of the mouth of Sin. The Breath of men adoring. ‘ Worship we! ‘The mighty Wisdom, the astounding power, ‘‘ The Horror, the immense profundity, ‘The stealthy, secret passes of thy Bower! ‘Thee we adore and praise “Whose breast is broad as day’s; ‘‘ Thee, thee, the mistress of the barren sea, “‘ Deep, deadly, p…
1903 · PDF PAGE 91
…true fife-note, the tightening of the tension of the fighting hour, “fein strange that anybody with an ear for poetry could tolerate the last line.” «Aero worshipper.” vce W, B. Yeats and the author of ‘The Soul of Osiris ‘rAcloted mas of wifal emotional symbols.” wtA Wind of middle-class Swinbume at second hand . . . a windbag foaming at he ‘eouh the morbid unpleasantness of Mr Crowley's taste... a drama of incest, hey and violently treated. Some ofthe shorter poems are worse.” “WA sinister rival to the mtoscope.” “Yale a morbidly exaggerated …
1913 · PDF PAGE 42
…e . There'll be no port, no dawn - lit islands ! But the drear Waste darkening , and , at length , flame ultimate on the deep . Oh , the last fire and you , unkissed , unfriended there ! Oh , the lone way 's red ending , and we not there to weep ! ( We found you pale and quiet , and strangely crowned with flowers , Lovely and secret as a child . You came with us , Came happily , hand in hand with the young dancing hours , High on the downs at dawn !) Void now and tenebrous , The grey sands curve before me .. . From the inland meadows , Fragrant…
1905 · PDF PAGE 10
ACELDAMA 3 Vili. This is release, is freedom, is desire ; This is the one hope that a man may gain ; This is the lasting ecstasy of pain That fools reject, the dread, the searching fire That quivers in the marrow, that in vain Burns secretly The unconsuméd bush where God privily. lurks IX. This was a dream—and how may I attain? How make myself a worthy acolyte? How from my body shall my soul take flight, Being constrained in this devouring chain Ofselfishness? Tow purge the spirit quite Of gross desires That eat into the heart with their corrup…
1905 · PDF PAGE 242
…th: Change alternating ; and forgetfulness Of one state in the other—easy truth I could not understand ! Oh hear me, hear ! Spare me the last illusion !—She is gone! VENUS. Save me, my knight! To thy sufficing arms I cling in this distress of womanhood ! TANNHAUSER, Kiss me the last time. VENUS. Whom have I but thee, Thee in the ages? Barren were my bliss And shorn my Godhead of eternal joy, Barred from thy kiss. TANNHAUSER. Call not thyself again Goddess. I saw thee in the Presence there. The scales are fallen, and mine eyes see clear. VENUS. …
1939 · PDF PAGE 10
…he wheel of my being to Naught. Is there even the memory left? That I was, that I am? It is lost. As I utter the Word, I am cleft by the last swift spear of the frost. Snow! I am nothing at last; I sit and am utterly still; They are perished, the phantoms, and past; they were born of my weariness-will When I craved, craved being and form, when the consciousness-cloud was a mist Precurser of stupor and storm, when I and my shadow had kissed, And brought into life all the shapes that confused the clear space with their marks, Vain spectres whose …
1898 · PDF PAGE 55
…His golden locks are burning on my eyes, And He with rosy finger points the way, The blood-wrought mystic path of Paradise That leads at last through yonder icy spray Of Death to the blue vaults of the undying day. But oh ! this desert is a weary land, Poisons alone their prickly heads lift high ; The sun, a globe of fury, still doth stand In the dark basin of the burning sky. There is no water, no, nor herb, and I 45
1899 · PDF PAGE 114
…at breathe like maidens sleeping, for their breast Is silver with the sand that lies below, Where our storm-strengthened dragon rests at last, And by whose borders we have made a home, More like a squirrel’s bower than a house. For in this blue Sicilian summertime The trees arch tenderly for lovers’ sleep, And all the interwoven leaves are fine