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…ther to what end ? ELEAZAR. For these, and for the sake of Israel. JEPHTHAH. And who are these? And who are Israel? CHORUS. Turn not thy face from us in wrath, for we Are thine own father’s children, and his loins With double fervour gat a double flower ; And we indeed were born of drudging wives, Pale spouses whom his heart despised, but thou Wast of a fairer face and brighter eyes,
…shall bear Full fruit to-day. Speak only, it is done. AHINOAM. I am grown old, and go not out to wars. But in the lusty days of youth my face Turned from the battle and pursuit and spoil Only to one face dearer than my soul, And my wife’s eyes were welcome more desired Than chains of roses, and the song of children, And swinging palm branches, and milk-white—elders. CHORUS. Fie on thy railing! But his wife is sick, And cannot leave the borders of her house.
…about the tips, As if my lips : Had left their bloom upon it when they kissed, As if a mist Of God’s delicious dawn had overspread Their face, and fled! O wonderful fresh blossom of the wood! O purpling blood! O azure veins as clear as all the skies! O longing eyes That look upon me fondly to beget Two faces, set Either like flowers upon their laughing blue, Where morning dew _ Sparkles with all the passion of the dawn! The happy lawn Leads, by the stillest avenues, to groves Made soft by loves ; And all the nymphs have made a mossy dell Hard b…
…o-morrow ; the winter, the spring; He bringeth us joy out of sorrow ; Jehovah is King. [Exeunt. Jephthah ts left standing with white set face. Presently tears come into his eves, and he advances, and kneels at the altar. THE END.
124° MYSTERIES : Lifted, and in the shadow far behind Dim and divine, within the shadow blind. My own love’s face most amorously draw Out of the deep toward my cloudy mind. And suddenly I felt a kiss enclose My whole live body, as a rich red rose Folding its sweetness round the honey-bee. I felt a perfect soul embracing me, And in my spirit like a river flows A passion like the passion of the sea.
…edom! Set As never yet Thy straining sides for freedom! Gallant mare! The frosty air Kindles the blood within us as we race. O love! Thy face Flames with the passion of our happy speed! The noble steed Pashes the first gold limit of the sand. Ah love, thy hand! We win, no foot pursuing spans the brow! Yes, kiss me now ! .
…otence, and knowledge of thy soul, And that foreknowledge, fill the fiery lake Of lava where thy lazar corpse shall break The burning surface to seek out a goal More horrible, unspeakable. The scroll Opens, and “ coward, liar, monster” shake Those other names of “goat” and “swine” and “snake” Wherewith Hell’s worms caress thee and control. Nay, but alone, intolerably alone, Alone, as here, thy carrion soul shall swelter, Yearning in vain for sleep, or death, or shelter ; No release possible, no respite known, Self-damned, without a friend, thy …
…andered through the woods above The river, and came suddenly Where he lay sleeping. Purity And joy beyond the speech of man Dwelt on his face, divinely wan. “ How beautiful is sleep!” he saith. Bends over him. There is no breath, No sound, no motion: it is death. And gazing on the happy head “ How beautiful is Death!” he said. 145
…es adown cliff and precipitous ghyll ; Fire and desire and light and youth and passion and freedom Race in my blood untamed, laugh in my face for love. Down by the cold gray lake the sun descends from his hunting, Shadow and silence steal over the frozen fells. Oh, to be there, my heart !_ And the vesper bells awaken, Colleges call their children, Lakeland fades from the sight. Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy Wearily moves to the sea, to quicken to life at last. Blithelier I depart, to a sea of sunnier kindness ; Hours of…
…es Clutch at the throat that sobs, and chokes, and strains. Self-damned on earth, live out thy tortured days, That men may look upon thy face, and see How vile a thing of woman born may be. Then, we are done with thee; go, go thy ways To other hells, thou damned of God hereafter, "Mid men’s contempt and hate and pitiless laughter.
…beak with star-dropt dew, His little heart anew With love and song to swell it to his will ; Holy as heaven, the place Before the golden face Of God is very silent at the dawn. The even keel is keen To flash the waves between, But no soft moving current is withdrawn : We float upon the blue Like sunlight specks in dew, And like the moonlight on the lake we lie: The northern gates are past,
…ine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him, and my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk - I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognizing me, And love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. . And I, I knew not anything, but know We are still silent,…
… and that strange ‘ Philosopher's Progress,’ which begins ‘That which is highest as the deep Is fixed, the depth as that above ; Death’s face is as the face of Sleep; And Lust is likest Love,’ share at least Blake’s impenetrable simplicity of form, and their symbolism is, like his, curiously seductive, even where it seems turned to obscurantism; elsewhere Mr. Swinburne is (if only superficially) recalled; and ‘ Vespers’ is by no means unworthy of Rossetti. Similar preoccupations, again, direct the muse of Mr. Francis Thompson ; but the verse of…
…n-head Whence from Eternity is drawn The awful glory of the dawn! ELEAZAR. Let every man depart unto his house. CHORUS. He hath made His face as a fire; His wrath as a sword; He hath smitten our soul’s desire; He is the Lord.
…n His sight: _ We chased from our gates our brother, We shamed his father’s might, We spat on the grave of his mother, We laughed in his face and mocked, looking slyly one to another. But God beheld, and His hand Was heavy to bring us grief; He brought down fire on the land, And withered us root and leaf Until we were utterly broken, lost men, without a chief. But whom we scorned we have set A leader and judge over all;
…red posies From all the streams that wander through the vale, And crying, “ Hail! “ All hail, most beautiful of all our race!” Cover his face With blossoms gathered from a fairy tree Like foam from séa, So delicate that mortal eyes behold Ephemeral gold G
…ridor.] Esmé! I have looked into your eyes as your eyes look into Heaven, and there I have found my Heaven. O serene depths! O faultless face of my desire! O white brow too clear! I sin against your holiness by my presence. Only the moon should see you, Esmé. ESME [half in tears]. . You don’t mean like that, Percy, quite. Why do you say that? Enter Vaughan in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched with fire the sweet child- love we have lived in all this year…
…n may go to fight withal. For freedom on her fiery wings Flies over camps and tented kings, And bears a sword avenging us, And turns her face to Israel thus. For now a captain brave and strong Shall break the fury of the thong Wherewith the sons of Ammon scourge Our country; and his war shall urge Long columns of victorious men To blackest wood and dimmest den, Wherever fugitive and slave Shall seek a refuge, find a grave; And so pursue the shattered legions
…e arrow at some recreant star. The sea is far Dropped in the hollows of the swooning land. Oh! hold my hand! Lift up thy deep eyes to my face, and let Our lips forget The dumb dead hours before they met ‘together! The snowbright weather . Calls us beyond the grassy downs, to be Beside the sea, The slowly-breathing ocean of the south. Oh, make thy mouth
…the wold I hear the feet of gold, And over all the skies I see a flame That flickers with Thy Name. Therefore, because Thou hast hid Thy face, and yet Given me not to forget The foaming cloud that shaped itself a rose, Whose steady passion glows Within the secretest fortress of my heart, Because, my God, Thou Art, And I am chosen of Thee for this folk, To break the foreign yoke, Therefore, Existence of Existence, hear! Bend low Thine holy ear, And make Thyself, unseen, most terrible To these fierce fiends of hell That torture holiest ears with …