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…4 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Identity of Father and Son And a Comforter, comforting everyone Who reads the beautiful message of John ! AGRIPPA Know, I can hardly hold myself in. The whole scene tests our discipline Somewhat too harshly. Were it not best For a soldier to run him through the breast ? We should be free for a bath and a meal. PUBLIUS Sir ! AGRIPPA I know well ; but I somehow feel My backbone slacked to the writhe of a worm. PUBLIUS The prefect would know how to keep you firm At the cost of a handful of nails — up there ! AGRIPPA Tis the …
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… As if, when moons of Ramazan recede, Some fatuous angel-porter should deposit 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 !
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…blood ? But who shall understand the Soul of Pan ? Involved in All and still apart from All ! For steeped therein as I am all my life, I know but exquisite beatitude, Knowing the whole, Then who shall know or care What may befall the part ? One must remain ; Many must change. Then all is well. The strife Is but the ferment of the forward still Immune from grief, intolerant of ill, Fronting the double foe — of pain and joy — With equal eye — in the meantime — Dear boy, Wake ! Let us revel it the while we may, Love dawning ever with the dawning d…
1910 · PDF PAGE 180
…rt’s blood. See how dejected on their spears The guard lean ! AGRIPPA Rather a thousand years Of strife than this black peace. Accurst I know this night shall be. ISSA I thirst. AGRIPPA Give him to drink ! PUBLIUS How strange a fate ! Those noble eyes irradiate This leprous luster.
1910 · PDF PAGE 75
… her beget this lambkin In the image of a man. THE VULTURE That seems complicated, pigeon. We’ve the lamb begotten here. THE DOVE Yes, I know ; it seems absurd ; But in practice I am certain It will work out splendidly. THE VULTURE Well, proceed !
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… me your red star ? THE VULTURE With the greatest pleasure, pigeon ! THE DOVE I’ll be off, then. THE LAMB So will I. THE VULTURE I shall know where I can find you. THE LAMB Would you had a moment’s patience ! I had a much better scheme — One involving pigeon-pie ! THE VULTURE Butch ! be off with you. I’ll hop Up again to the tree-top. Yaugh Waugh ! That’s me ! Always at the top of the tree ! (They depart separately, yet together. The old Philosopher wakes).
1910 · PDF PAGE 99
…ld shall bleed In the vilest vice of vices. 2ND NYMPH While the riddle thou hast ree’d Mocks them with its “ Blood suffices ”. ALEXANDER Know ye, bright ones, who I am ? I have slain a thing adored At this altar to its Lord, As a butcher kills a lamb. IST NYMPH That shall be — thou rightly fearest — Till the Balance weigh the Ram. 2ND NYMPH Men shall even slay their dearest For the sake of that slain lamb.
1910 · PDF PAGE 61
…ips with laughter curl If she treat you as a girl. CHIRON Brute, get back to wine, and leave us In our flower-love to inweave us. All we know the shameless chorus : “ Fie ! Silenus — Heliorus ! ” HELIORUS I had better right to mock you, Graceless Chiron, with the quip (Girls, come close — the jest will shock you) “ Pine-tree with the drooping tip ! ” CHIRON Oh, you little toad of spite ! Come, and I will set you right. All your years of wantoness Shall not save you — much distress.
1910 · PDF PAGE 146
…kings, at this disease ? O then I am a mere muck-midden of shame. But yet my body feeds on flame As if some masterpiece Were wrought — I know not how — pray cease ! Leave me with these ! CHAU Midden or maiden, we must see the birth Of thy black womb. Why do these moans disturb our mirth ? I will have thee lashed to shreds By this vile groom Unless thou quit thy prating. THE HAG Here’s pay for months of waiting. She detaches the placenta. A black old rotten wine-skin, mangy goat Patched with bat, stork, and stoat !
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…s store of poppy-juice ! To the murmurous bell-clear fret Of the tremulous rivulet Let us lisp the lullaby Of Arcady — in Arcady ! Me ye know, the dazzling dream Of the swimmer in the stream. Boy to girl and maid to man, Mine are all joys of Pan. Chrysis seeks the darling dove, Gets the eagle to her love. Hylas, trembling towards the pine, Finds the soft voluptuous vine. RHODOPE Curl ye close ! Curl ye close ! Fold your petals like the rose ! All the satyr’s lust of limb ; All the delicate and slim Slenderness of laughing faun Twine like serpen…
1910 · PDF PAGE 171
…hine own effect on thine own distress ; Art come thereby to the stature of man By my power, who am Pan. And by this death shalt laugh to know Thy father’s final overthrow. My soul the heights and depths has spanned. I hold the star-streams in mine hand. I am the master of life and death And of every spirit that quickeneth. Yea ! in the light of knowledge, Pan
1910 · PDF PAGE 159
…d grey glutinous sweat — These things, I say, assailed me, bade me pause Praising the goodness of the great First Cause. JOHN Yet all we know His vast benevolence. ISSA Thou hast religion, but no common sense. The cud of wisdom is not duly chewed When whoredom’s whittled with a platitude.
1910 · PDF PAGE 115
…een my baby breasts, The lion lust that wrestles With mine own soul — I understand so little — Nay ! not the tiniest tittle ! All that I know is this — the pangs consume
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…cility. However, there was but one thing to be done, to argue her into conviction. They agreed to take eight-hour shifts ; and for all I know, they are arguing still, and neither of the Meetings at Oban can meet ! A BOYHOOD IN HELL The Revd. H. d’Arcy Champney M. A. of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, had come out of sect. He had voted at the Parliamentary elections by cros- sing out the names of the candidates and writing : “ I vote for King Jesus ”. He had started a school for the Sons of Brethren at 51, Bateman Street, Cambridge. May God b…
1910 · PDF PAGE 31
…the marriage-tie : they will not even allow a man to be in love with his own wife. Why shouldn’t he be ? He is now and then. I happen to know it. The long and short of the whole matter is this, that there is no- thing clean but ecstasy. Whether that ecstasy is the divine spirituality of Visva- rupadarshana, or the sexual splendour of Epipsychidion, or the laughter of Catullus, all is pure and perfect. It is the vision of the God that is pure ; it is the veils that stain. Whether the curtain of falsehood be moral, or ethical, or romantic, it is …
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…“ honourable ” and laughed pleasantly. I remember how, boys as we were, we filed austerely from the rooms without farewell. Oh, you must know the C. I. C. C. U. ! I remember too how this Doddridge, while in charge of my morals, aided and abetted me in extinguishing street lamps ; and how when a policeman pounced upon me, he forsook me and fled ! A true disciple of Jesus ! I had no playmates ; my morals might be corrupted ! Only the “ children of brethren ” were eligible, and these were as a rule socially impossible. I was always being watched f…
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… my senses). I have consequently done all I can to shock and hurt the enemy. I have painted their God as the obscene thing he is from my knowledge of my Uncle Tom ; I have made his Trinity ridiculous and his scheme disgusting ; I have painted Magdalen as the Syrian strumpet she was from the best models among English society whores (thank you, Ada ; thank you, Kathleen !) ; I have painted Mary as a lascivious flapper from my knowledge of English virgins — thank you, Vera ! thank you, Lydia ! thank you, Millicent ! — the hag is my mother- in-law,…