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…. 9 HELIORUS Yes—the pain I had before. “ At the game that Chiron shouldn’t, Chiron would — and Chiron couldn’t. ” RHODON Never heed the little whore ! Play a melody, Marsyas ! HELIORUS He’s at Anaxagoras ! RHODOPE Where is Doris, then ? ERRINNA By Zeus, Where her ribs are all in use ! ANTINOUS Sprinkle me with poppy-juice From the flowers of Syracuse On the lips relaxed with pleasure Of their kisses overmeasure !
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THE GREY NIGHT. I27 AGRIPPA But fear persuades. — This deathly light, these foul grey shades ! PUBLIUS Portending little enough of good To Rome, that beats with our heart’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.
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…With the head of a goat and the nose of a Jew And the... GOVINDA Would your Pasiphae challenge him lightly ? CHAU Truly, a marvel. Come, little man ! We kiss your hands, and sail back home Over the desert and over the foam. ALEXANDER And I go back to the grove of Pan. GOVINDA What is thy name ? I will proclaim Thy marvellous fame From the Gulf of Kutch to the shores of Orissa. MIRIAM I pray your Majesty, call him Issa.
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…still be ignorant of how that brother Fred (one of my tutors) attempted to seduce me in his own mother’s house at Maze Hill. This came a little later ; and I knew exactly what he was doing, as it happened. I let him go as far as he did, with the deli- berate intention of making sure on that point. I think my readers will agree — enough of my tutors ! I ought to make an honourable exception of one Archi- bald Douglas, an Oxford man and a traveller. He taught me sense and manhood, and I shall not easily forget my debt to him. I hear he is dead — …
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…ike his friends wrap an holy Turk in, When he twirls on his toes Regarding his nose Or his paunch that would hold a firkin ! THE HAG The little beast is double-jointed. Dance a spring, thou springal strutting Like a stag in the glades at the season of rutting ! ALEXANDER Dance, o thou imp Of the bottle of brass With the hag and the pimp And the ox and the ass !
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… 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.
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…ul to get to God. GOVINDA The third should be the final period. What portent may we look for ? ALEXANDER By this dial We must wait yet a little, majesties ! CHAU I tell you of the Oracle. I took (So that it might be an exhaustive trial) A snow-white bird with purple tail-feathers Wherein pale flames of gold mingled and shook. Here, too, my wisest ministers Gathered to solve the riddle of the Star. But so the balky brute Crushed in this gnarled fist Maintained the unequal war That at the dagger-sweep Strongly she leapt — I missed !
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40 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. The stroke swings aside, as the pavement of malachite opens before him, at his feet, and two satyrs rise, with a little fair-haired child. From what barbaric seas Ringing the icy North Thus suddenly sprung forth Come ye to mar mine — ease ? For I was nigh at peace With the great soul of things. IST SATYR Hail, king of Kings ! It is our Master’s will That thou partake Of — this ! So do the goat and snake Dance on the pavement of sapphire To the sound of the wind-haunted lyre. And the light of a lewd understanding Shines i…
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…he dawn ! oh, curses on the dawn that breaks This night of joy. God ! my whole being wakes Into a world of rapture. I am I At last — the little fool that wondered why ! I am abreast of God’s whole tide of thought. Like gold into fine linen, I am wrought Into the royal vesture of the globe. I am the Empress of the City of Sin, Wrapped in its purple robe Stained with mine own maid’s blood. Yea ! for all glorious within Am I, most like the daughter of a king, Voluptuously languishing Like a great queen afloat upon the flood In gilded barge
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…tch of blood, the shapeless thing that nestles Between 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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…my fraenum linguae, that I might speak plainly. The operation, as this volume shews, was a complete success. Of my early life I remember little ; chiefly a large garden with, at the end of it, a wood which overlooked the road and afforded vantage for archers. There was war in the land ; my cousin Gregor Grant, six years older than myself, and a few other stern exiles, desperately banded against the rest of the neighbourhood. I remember leaping from the top of a sand pit in the character of Sir Garnet Wolseley and nearly transfixing with my fath…
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…t it, like the fox that lost his tail. We next find Alexander, one of the guardians, anxious about humanity. He is not squeamish about a little blood, his own or another’s, and he discovers the plot. Next we find the dove achieving his foul purpose, not on a pure laughing Pagan girl, but on a furtive lecherous girl, already half a Christian. Enough of this painful subject ! Now comes the Nativity, with the guardians, under Alexander’s presidency, on the watch. They are perfectly indifferent to all but the secret purpose — more magical ethics, m…
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…third-best butcher in the village found (on the one hand) that while at church he was nobody at all, and in the chapel and elder, in the little meeting in the Squire’s morning-room he was no less
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…ITSELF I should really leave this to my friend Captain Fuller to dissect at his leisure, that he might bye-and-bye edify the public in a little monograph of say 350,000 words. But
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…my dear sir. Milk ? a mere mass of tubercle bacilli. Water ? Typhoid ! do you want to poison me, my dear friend ? Beer ? Well, perhaps a little beer — for he has sha- res in a brewery. You have already seen how this awful fear of nature and of God is twisted into an engine of oppression and tor- ture against any one who declines to grovel and cringe before their filthy fetish. It is obvious that cowardice is the cause of cruelty : the brave man strikes a strenuous blow, and all is over ; the coward brought to bay snarls and strikes in desperati…
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…e, very super- ficial, very philosophical, and he did not write English. I have been trained in a harder school than Shelley ; and so my little finger is thicker than my father’s loins. He went and “ trod the glaciers of the Alps ” — the Mer de Glace ; I broke the record by my 68 days on the Baltoro glacier. He went out in a boat, and got drowned at that ; I have travelled on the Bralduh in a Zak. He shrank from the sight of a butcher’s shop ; I followed wounded buffalo into the jungle on foot. He thought Indians were “ mild ” ; I shot two Beng…
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PREFACE. XXXV appears in me as little less than a blind lust of Destruction. (That is to say, on the rare occasion when I so far fall from adeptship as to credit the evidence of 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 !)…