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…it is with her husband , she is purified by the act , if with another she is for ever defiled ." For it is not marriage which sanctifies love , but love which justifies marriage . - EDOUARD SCHURÉ .
…ount us among the humblest of thy servants” ? We will not speak of the criticism of Voltaire. That great mind was dominated by an ardent love of truth and justice, but he lacked that rectitude of heart which the intelligence ot faith gives. Voltaire could not admit faith, because he did not know how to love. The spirit of charity did not reveal itself to that soul which had no tenderness, and he bitterly criticized the hearth of which he did not feel the warmth, and the lamp of which he did not see the light. If religion were such as he saw it,…
…ount us among the humblest of thy servants” ? We will not speak of the criticism of Voltaire. That great mind was dominated by an ardent love of truth and justice, but he lacked that rectitude of heart which the intelligence ot faith gives. Voltaire could not admit faith, because he did not know how to love. The spirit of charity did not reveal itself to that soul which had no tenderness, and he bitterly criticized the hearth of which he did not feel the warmth, and the lamp of which he did not see the light. If religion were such as he saw it,…
…and I would understand little or nothing of what was said. Similarly, if he were a mountaineer, it would be your turn to be odd man out. Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666
… cheek shall flow Back to the fingers, though I press them not. And so I will not hesitate to put A ring upon thy hand, sweet mystery Of Love’s device, to shadow in our hearts
… not long to live, and I must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAUGHAN. But what are you doing to be alone in London ?
… for myself. VAUGHAN, How? Have you then fallen? PERCY. Oh, yes, I have fallen. I am older every hour. [ have wasted time, I have wasted love. VAUGHAN. Perhaps it is not all waste after all. There is a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Esmé will think us a long while gone. VAUGHAN. Hansom ! | : [Exeunt.
THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 77 “ THE LAW OF CHANGE.” OME lives complain of their own happiness. In perfect love no sure abiding stands, In perfect faith are no immortal bands Of God and man. This passion we possess Necessitous ; insistent none the less Because we know not how its purpose brands Our lives. Even on God’s knees and in His hands : The Law of Change. “ Out, out, adulteress ! ” ? These be the furies, and the harpies these ? That discontent should sum the happiest sky ? That of all boons man lacks the greatest—rest ? Nay ! But the prom…
…pelagoes Of fallen stars ; where fiery passion flows A curious bitumen ; where among The glowing medley moved the tune unsung Of perfect love : thence grew the Mystic Rose. Its myriad petals of divided light ; Its leaves of the most radiant emerald ; Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight I lifted up my heart to God and called : How shall I pluck this dream of my desire ? And lo ! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire ! O
…, hers the generous gift That turned herself upon the curse adrift Sailless and rudderless, to pay the price Of permanence with pain, of love with vice, Like a tall ship swan-lovely, swallow-swift, That makes upon the breakers. So the rift Sprang and the flame roared. Farewell, Paradise ! How shall a man that is a man reward Her priceless sacrifice, rebuke the Lord ? Why, there’s Convention’s corral ; ring her round ! Here’s shame’s barbed wire ; push out the unclean thing ! Here’s freedom’s falconry ; quick, clip her wing ! There, labour’s dan…
…rant unto us Thy humble servants and ministers a double portion of Thy Spirit that our eyes may be opened to the wickedness of them that love Thee not, that by Thy grace our ministrations may be used to bring them out of darkness into Light, by the virtue of our crucified Lord, risen and ascended, Thine only- begotten Son, in Whose name we ask this Thy blessing, For Jesus Christ's sake, Amen. The End
…er and daughter of our loyal isle, Gur hands reach out to you, our lips are fain To wreathe with yours in one delicious smile Of budding love, to grow a kiss awhile, And laugh like bride and groom, and kiss again ! Let our alliance like a marriage stand, Supreme from strand to strand, The likeness of our love, the clasp of hand in hand. And men who come behind us yet unborn, Nor dimly guessed at down the brook of time, Shall celebrate the brave undying morn When the free nations put aside their scorn For friendship, rock no sundering surge may …
…arage of Truth to quit this stream of Death!” O vain, O wasted breath ! am Ihave no strength. Upright I kneel, lament- ing The days when Love seemed fair, the bitter years When pain might have found truth, ere un- relenting I shipwrecked Life! O agony of tears! Vain tears! In silence, with abated breath I drift, drift on to Death ! PRIEST SPEAKS. Duy 1V. Vale VET) THE ( Proccdee to. LAY them together for the sake of Love Within a little plot of piteous earth, When life’s last flower is faded in the sun. Lay them together in the tender ground Th…
… sprang up for the few days {557} necessary to give me the required inspiration for my climax. I could only heighten the intoxication of love by spurring it to insanity. This, in fact, is a final criticism of love itself as such, and justifies all that has been said about it by the Buddha --- and even by the Church. It justifies my own attitude that love must be resolutely torn from the throne in the human heart which it has usurped. One must not set one's affections on things below; one must find an answer to old age and death. "Only those are…
…. There is a perfume in the air, reflected down even to the body of the seer. That perfume thrills his body with an ecstasy that is like love, like sleep. And this is the song: I am the child of all who am the father of all, for from me came forth all things, that I might be. Iam the fountain in the snows, and I am the eternal sea. I am the lover, and I am the beloved, and I am the first-fruits of their love. I am the first faint shuddering of the light, and I am the loom wherein night weaveth her impenetrable veil. I am the captain of the host…
…When the miasmal pestilence-light dances, A spectre-flame, through midnight’s infamy. My blood grows chill and stagnant with my shame. O Love, to speak thy name ! O Life ! O Heaven ! O dreams long dead ! Ye Spirits Rising unbidden from Hope’s cobwebbed door, Ye quick desires that every soul inherits, Leave me to weep, and torture me no more ! My face grows grey with sheer despair ; I shrink From dreams ; I dare not think. I had a poet’s dreams. My soul was yearning To grasp the firmament and hold it fast, 27
…sit His perfect wine within the privy closet ! “ What do they know, who only England know ? ” Only what England paints its face to show. Love mummied and relabelled “ chaste affection, ” And lust excused as “ natural selection.” Caligula upbraids the cruel cabby, And Nero birches choir-boys in the Abbey ; Semiramis sandpapered to a simper, And Clytemaestra whittled to a whimper !
…sk to the wild woods, Mystic beatitudes That dure till dawn. Let life exclaim Against these things of spirit, Mankind that disinherit Of love's pure fiame! [He bends before the altar and begins to weep. Ye household gods! By these male tears I swear That ye shall grant this prayer. All things at odds Shalt be put straight— Harmonized, reconciled By some appointed child Of some far Fate! [4 curtain has been drawn aside during this invocation, and Axscia advances. She smiles subtly upon him; and, giving a strange gesture, makes one or two noise- …
…e you still sleep obscure and leaden dull, Clouted with morning, rheumy-eyed, or preen Yourself in gold-laced evening, veiled in full, I love you, infamous Capital! To quean And highwayman, you tender ravishment Which lurks unknown to those of common men. PIERRE LOVING.
27 words in pretence of conversation ; thine eyes hard shut lest thou shouldst see thy lover move and perhaps (oh, worst of woes !), frighten him from thee ; fearful, oh ! infinitely fearful lest he should not love thee after all, soft words (oh, the burning cheeks, the bitten lips !) whose hidden fire shall kindle the great blaze ? How talk with thee, whose quickened hearing has not known him creep ever closer, yet afraid to touch thee, has not heard the rushing of his heart, the shortening of his breath ? How talk, if thou have not felt one t…