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36 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. The doing is done ; Bare is mine head To the fire of the sun. But thou, o my Lord, are quiet and still ; And the feathers are clipt from the wings of the will. Still are thy lips And void of motion, Like red-sailed ships On a windless ocean ? Hast thou no lust To involve in a curse The insane dust Of the universe ? Speak, o my Lord ! I have journeyed afar In the wake of the terrible crimson star. A harp between mine hands, Murmurous and musical, I come from far-off lands To seek Thee who are All. Amid my warrior bands I …
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. II All diverse delights are mine, Kiss within me, and combine To a languorous lyric lure Sweet as pleasure, and as sure ! SILENUS Tut, my lad, you do not mention Modesty. ANTINOUS ’Twas mine intention, But those loose lips wine-corrupt Always itch to interrupt ! SILENUS Nay, boy, all the song was true. Come and frisk it once together ! Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, That must set an azure frame Round the flaxen locks aflame ! CHRYSIS Come, Evadne, let us fling Flowers upon them gambolling !
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II8 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ISSA I am ? ALEXANDER Man, at mine essay. By the Balance reaching forth To the south and to the North Have I consecrated thee Co-victim with humanity. O mis-begotten, miscreate Dwarf as thou wast, the child of hate ; Thou who hast felt the sordidness Of thine 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 …
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… NIGHT. I23 In the stinking stye bemerded With the putrid excrement Of the marriage sacrament. Every scourge and sore and shame Blest in mine accursed name ! Love and beauty under ban ! Wit and wisdom barred to man ! Nature smirched by hideous lies ! Meanness lauded to the skies ! Pain and ruin and disease Praised, as if they made mine ease. Dead be dance and dream and revel ! Thought and courage, things of evil ! Corn and milk, wine and oil, The guerdon of degrading toil ! Life’s bright draught of honied leisure Soured to sick and tasteless pl…
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…rs. Am I the prey ? See ! like a tangle of black snakes An evil smoke obscures the firmament Belched from his throat ! Now I repent This mine adventure ; I must creep, creep in — I fear the night — oh day — day — come, sweet day ! Best was thy spur, the bloodied silver ache That stings me like a snake, The itch 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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…ome an hour ago To relieve us. IST SOLDIER By Zeus ! ’twas a foul throw ! 2ND SOLDIER Throw again ! 3RD SOLDIER It’s Venus ! The coat is mine. Silky-soft and rainbow-fine ! Would the world were never duller Than this cool cascade of colour ! AGRIPPA Something serious is occurring. All the town is lighted, stirring. We had best bring reinforcement.
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…ROS. 7 ATTHIS We can sing you ! DORIS Sweet and strong ! ANAXAGORAS Laughter, laughter ! I’m for thee, Doris of the blue-black tresses ! Mine are musical caresses Like the murmur of the sea. HYACINTHOS Chiron, shall we dance with these Under the acacia trees ? CHIRON Yes, if Rhodon there will lend us Her red fleece — like sunset glowing, With the doubtful venture showing Where — what God shall there befriend us ? RHODON Mocker ! I shall come. Beware Lest my manhood match you there !
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… a million rats Herald the brat’s First yelp. A vast company of rats issue from her, and rush squeaking into the darkness. MIRIAM God be mine help ! Adrammelek exacts a death For every dance with Astoreth. GOVINDA Cling to the ass-god, quean ! Now while his loud obscene
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…crifice ? Ah ! by the evil glint Of sun, portends an hint. Shall I the childless king, Chaste in thy praise, resign That which was never mine, The power of — spring ? Ay ! by the fierce glad gleam On thy dark lips, I see Thy sober ecstasy To watch the soft bright stream Bubble and curl, like passion-flowers alight On the seductive malachite, To take with greedy joy This — toy. The jewels all-precious of a man Waste death before thee — Pan !
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…et 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 serpents on the lawn ;
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…ery inch of me that itched ; And for one itch hath planted me another, The “ friend that sticketh closer than a brother ”. Ten groans of mine for every grin of hers ! What saith the prophet ? — “ Whited sepulchres ! ” JOHN Nay, Lord, the phrase unique is all thine own. ISSA Then write it down, an nothing less atone. And add — of all the itches that breed bile No itch beats the papyrus and the style. JOHN Hast thou no love for me, Lord ?
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…EDY. Let them suck the heavenly sleep ! Let me sink into the deep ! Till the morning pale and fresh Find my flesh against his flesh, And mine eyes within his eyes Watch the sun of glory rise ! All my breath is like new wine. I have flaxen hair and fine. From my shoulders to my feet Like the sunlight in the wheat ! If I laugh, the moon-curved pearls Match and master any a girl’s. If I weep, as joy may weep, One would say the fountain-steep Of Dione dropped its dew Through the vivid veil of blue. I am limber like a snake. I am soft, and slow to s…
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…wo 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 in them, and they lick their lips, and spill Slaver of the stars ! Hail, king ! With Him fulfil The sacrament of ea…
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…ne 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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… and writhe In the agony that pierces to the marrow. The wind ! the wind ! an arrow That hath smitten me through the shield — I float in mine own virgin tide Let loose — ah ! who are these that haunt me now, Tumbling from the desart brow Of the wild ensorcelled ridge, Like a warrior’s sacrilege ; Gnashing laughter sobbed or swelling To a pestilence of yelling, These gibbering apes that mop and mow And leap upon me ? Surely this is Fear
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…. There can be no peace between Socrates and Athens, between Jesus and Jerusalem. We must then first throw moral bombs, and this book is mine ! It is a curious position. All my sympathy is with my own class — birth, education, wealth, courage, pride. These are my heritage. But all my own people are busy pretending to live the dirty, stinking, lousy, poor ; Corio- lanus “ licking the breech of a leprous hangman.” (Not Crowley, this time : Catullus). So that on mature consideration I drop the Revd. C. Verey of “ Clouds without Water ” — it is onl…