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Page 48 of 1121898 · PDF PAGE 32
…8 JEPHTHAH. For the ways of the anger of lords Are bloody with widowing swords, And the roar of contention of chords Rolls back from the heart of the war. | But Victory lights on the banner Of Israel like to a bird; It flaps in the air, and Hosanna! Flings up to the sky for a word! Long streams of light horsemen are flashing Through fields where the tempest was lashing, Through the pools of the battle-blood splashing, Long swords to the rout of the herd. For fighters slip down on the dying, And flying folk stumble on dead, And the sound of the …
1898 · PDF PAGE 16
…by Him mourns, There is no John beside the cruel wood ; I am alone to kiss the silver lips ; I rend my clothing for the temple veil ; My heart’s black night must act the sun’s eclipse ; My groans must play the earthquake, till I quail At my own dark imagining ; and now The wind is bitterer ; the air breeds snow ; 6
1906 · PDF PAGE 69
…ten steel Runs from deep furrows in the wheel ; So from afar one central heat Sends the loud pulse to fever beat ; So from one crown and heart of fire Spring the vast phantoms of desire, Impossible and epicene, Familiar souls of Messaline. And as, when thunder broods afar Imperial destinies of war, Men see the haze and heat, and feel The sun’s rays like a shaft of steel, Seeing no sun; even so the night Clouds that deep miracle from sight : Until this destiny be done Tlangs the corona on the sun ; And I absorbed in those unclean Ghost-haunted v…
1899 · PDF PAGE 32
10 JEPHTHAH. A way for the soul to flee, A charm for the lips to bind; And the struggle is keen as the strife to be, And the heart is tossed by the thankless wind. ELEAZAR, Nay, for a man’s sure purpose is of God. CHORUS. The large pale limbs of the earth are tanned With the sun and the sea and the yellow sand And the face of earth is dark with love Of the lords of hell and the spirits above That move in the foggy air of night, And the spirit of God, most like a dove, Hovers, and lingers, and wings his flight, Spurned and rejected and lost to s…
1899 · PDF PAGE 45
JEPHTHAH. 23 His wrong he may not forget, But he pitieth men that call From the heart that is broken with fear and the noise of funeral. JEPHTHAH. Are all these ready for their hearth and altars To perish suddenly upon the field, Pavilioned with the little tents at noon, And ere the nightfall tented with the dead, And every hollow made a sepulchre, And every hill a vantage ground whereon Hard-breathing fighting men get scanty sleep Till the dawn lift his eyebrows, and the day Renew the battle? Will ye follow me Through slippery ways of blood to…
1902 · PDF PAGE 142
…the travail, the old curse ; Weep, weep, and die. So dawns at last the Grail, The Glory of the Crucified ! Dear friend. Be happy, for my heart goes out to you, And most to that poor pale Elizabeth — Were it not only that the selflessness That fills me now, forbids the personal, Casts out the individual, and weeps on For the united sorrow of all things. For if I die, it is not Tannhaiiser, Rather a spark of the supreme white light That dwelt and flickered in him in old time ; That Light, I say, that hides its flame awhile To shine more fully —to…
1913 · PDF PAGE 109
THE SHIP Tear his heart out, fling it forth Where the vultures may enhearse Its horror from the Universe. [This ts dene in the west, but above wharf. The voice from the west. The hills are covered ; the rain shrieks Yet fiercer on the peaks. The voice from below. The water lifts the ship; she rights. jutian. Ah! Foulest of foul sights ! Here is the third and greatest villain. (He seizes the zvLv.) [To shrine] Saith Our God the manner of his death? Jovian. Black to green grows horror’s blank Sickening from the stinking soul ! The voice from the …
1913 · PDF PAGE 109
THE SHIP Tear his heart out, fling it forth Where the vultures may enhearse Its horror from the Universe. [This ts dene in the west, but above wharf. The voice from the west. The hills are covered ; the rain shrieks Yet fiercer on the peaks. The voice from below. The water lifts the ship; she rights. jutian. Ah! Foulest of foul sights ! Here is the third and greatest villain. (He seizes the zvLv.) [To shrine] Saith Our God the manner of his death? Jovian. Black to green grows horror’s blank Sickening from the stinking soul ! The voice from the …
1905 · PDF PAGE 52
…this fiend the Love that came when youth rose up Purple with its holy flame, and flower-fair cup, Gave me of his burning wine to fire my heart, Filled me with desires divine toward my art? Is he then the Love who robs me of my aim, Doubts me if my heart still throbs with that cold flame, 1 The Succubus, and its male counterpart the Incubus, bulk Jargely in medizeval litera- ture and philosophy. The poem explains itself, Calm and eager purpose yet to reach the goal That high hopes have sternly set before my soul, To know, will, dare for man’s sa…
1901 · PDF PAGE 37
…y God’s own curses dog me into hell, And mine own life perpetuate itself Through all the ages of eternity. Amen! Amen! Come, Cora, to my heart! [He stoops to embrace her. Horror and madness catch him, and he runs about the room wildly, crying for CORA, whom he cannot see. MADELINE enters. MADELINE. O Cora! Cora! Ulric! Help! Help! Help! ULRIC regains his self-control. Hush! Allis well! I cannot tell you now. Some news—a letter—it has frightened her. MADELINE. But you were crying aS a madman would.
1901 · PDF PAGE 45
…ir cup overflow ; Hurt me with kisses, kill me with desire, Consume me and destroy me with the fire Of bleeding passion straining at the heart, Touched to the core by sweetnesses that smart Bitten by fiery snakes, whose poisonous breath Swoons in the midnight, and dissolves to death ! Ah ! let me perish so, and not endure Thy falsehood who have known thy love was sure, Built up by sighs a palace of long years— Lo ! it was faery, and the spell of tears T
1901 · PDF PAGE 132
…OF OSIRIS. 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…
1904 · PDF PAGE 29
… boy ? I knew his father ; the man feared me well For all his open laugher ; would he were Alive ! I dream one torture writhed about His heart he’ll miss in hell. I hated him. This boy of his I saw but yesterday Ride barehead by me like a madman would, Is strong and well-set — aye ! desirable. I would be better of his virgin lips : — She puts her lips against the mirror. (Nay, you are cold ! Like a dead man, perhaps !) I would get gladness of the royal force
1909 · PDF PAGE 31
…ce to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly! 40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen. 3o
1912 · PDF PAGE 60
…Thou puny puking patch, White-livered, yellow-bellied wittol ! MORTADELLO. Ha ! [He wounds ORLANDO. ORLANDO. A scratch. Theres for your heart, if you have one ! Christ but you were near Hell then ! MORTADELLO. Help ! Help ! Im mastered ! ORLANDO. Youre Damnations peer
1912 · PDF PAGE 104
…will you hear it said, the husband of a moon ? MORTADELLO. But he has lost his head already. ALESSANDRO. Late in June It went to seek my heart that I had lost in May. LUCREZIA. I wish I had the art to find them both to-day. ALESSANDRO. What would you do with them ? LUCREZIA. Why, throw them to the fish. MONICA, And Ive got a stratagem to win the wench her wish. ALESSANDRO. You jest ? MONICA. Not I ! MORTADELLO. Indeed, the Princess never smiles. MONICA. You wrong yourself. I need the City of the Isles.
1907 · PDF PAGE 33
…ine— Ugh ! pleasure of Hell ! Sir Percy Percivale,! Here is a strumpet. Ha! have you a sword? Enough. Iam dressed. communed With my dark heart : I see my way to it :— Oh joy! joy ! joy !—Hortense, these candles out ! [Zhe maid blows out the mirror candles. I will go down. Prepare my_ scented paper, My rosy wax against my coming here— When, girl? I’ th’ morn, i’ th’ morn! When else? I’d write. [She goes out, with a set smile on her face, yet a gleam of real laughter beneath tt, I am lovely, have 1 Sir Percivale, in Morte d Arthur, being enamoure…
1939 · PDF PAGE 11
…. Suns, atoms, the clouds and the clods ineluctable dare to exit I have made the Voyage of Thought, the Voyage of Vision, I swam To the heart of the Ocean of Naught from the source of the Spring of I Am: I know myself wholly the brother alike of the All and the One; I know that all things are each other, that their sum and their substance is None; But the knowledge itself can excel, its fulness hath broken its bond; Alls Truth, and alls falsehood as well, andwhat of the region beyond? So, still though I sit, as for ever, I stab to the heart…
1898 · PDF PAGE 10
…e in pain. | PERCY. Esmé, I will come and talk to you in the moon- light. I want to say something that I couldn’t say before, because my heart choked me. ESME. 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. | .
1898 · PDF PAGE 136
…me, filthy draught of fire ! green dancing fiend On serpent’s vomit and whore’s spittle weaned, Fire my fierce brain ! resolve my rotted heart ! Fill me with drunkenness ! How changed thou art, Body, from that these women loved so well ! God ! will they still lust after me in Hell ? But this is Hell ! Aha ! if you were me, Blind staring cripple yonder, you should see Whether I lie ! A cripple are you then ? Look upon me, the leper among men, The corpse among the living ! Intercede, Good pitying pitiable Christ ! My need Is viler than my sins ! …