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…leopards skin Across my dusty shoulders thrown ; A swart fierce face, with eyes where sin Lurks like a serpent by a stone. A man driven forth by lust to seek Rest from himself on Carmels peak. A prophet with wild hair behind, Streaming in fiery clusters ! Yea, Tangled with vehemence of the wind, And knotted with the tears that slay ; And all my face parched up and dried, And all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashioned as a sword, My voice is like the voice of death. Th…
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…On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul for Jezebel. I followed him afoot, afire ; Beneath her window he drew rein ; She looked forth, clad in glad attire, Haggard and hateful, once again ; And taunted him. His bastard blood Quailed, but his violent soul withstood. He blenched, and then with eyes of flame, Who is on my side ? Who ? he said. Three eunuchs, passionless, grown tame, Grinned from behind her laughing head.
1898 · PDF PAGE 11
…ess of my skin, And plucked the purple of my breast Her lovers in their hearts shall keep Her memory passionate and deep. They cast her forth on Naboths field Still living, in her harlots dress ; Her belly stript, her thighs concealed, For shames sake and for loves no less. Night falls ; the gaping crowds abide No longer by her stiffening side. I crept like sleep toward the place That held for me her evil head ; I bent like sin above her face That dying she might kiss me dead. I whispered Jezebel ! She turned, And her deep eyes with ha…
1898 · PDF PAGE 17
JEZEBEL 13 LOT. And while he lingered ... they brought him forth, and set him without the city. GEN. xix. 16. TURN back from safety : in my love abide, Whose lips are warm as when, a virgin bride, I clung to thee ashamed and very glad, Whose breasts are lordlier for the pain they had, Whose arms cleave closer than thy spouses own, Thy spouseO lover, kiss me, and atone ! All my veins bleed for love, my ripe breasts beat And lay their bleeding blossoms at thy feet ! Spurn me no more ! O bid these strangers go ; Turn to my lips till their cu…