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…, suspected naught, were blind, Expressed the vacancy behind. So life went on. One winter day So silent and so still she lay That I took cold, regarding her. I rose, I wrapped myself in fur ; Then came to her, my thought untold Being that she, too, might be cold. I laid my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah you have guessed. Right. She was dead, quite dead. And so You see, friend, I shall never know. She kept her secret. Leave me alone ! OrI shall hardly keep my own !
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THE PRINCESS OF PANORMITA 49 The grey cold slime of the snake That her poisonous body held ? By night I ravished a maid From her fathers camp to the cave. I bared the beautiful blade ; I dipped her thrice i the wave ; I slit her throat as a lambs, That the fount of blood leapt high With my clamorous dithyrambs Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil : My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold sli…
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…ove I shall return to thine alcove, Gliding with silent step and light Like the shadows of the night. And I will give thee, dusky dove ! Cold as the moon, these lips of love ; And seek caresses, like a snake Playing round a crystal lake. At the pallid moons disgrace Empty thou shalt find my place That shall be cold till night appear. As others tenderness and truth Desire to rule thy life, thy youth, So will I dominate by fear !
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ROSA DECIDUA 131 This is no tragedy of little tears. My brain is hard and cold ; there is no beat Of its blood ; there is no heat Of sacred fire upon my lips to sing. My heart is dead ; I say that name thrice over ; Rose !Rose !Rose ! Even as lover should call to lover ; There is no quickening, No flood, no fount that flows ; No water wells from the dead spring. My thoughts come singly, dry, contemptuous, Too cold for hate : all I can say is that they come From some dead sphere without me ; Singly they come, beats of a senseless drum Jarred …
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…9 She hath divers jewels crusted on To her rings graven obscenities, Like elfin eyes, the malison Of a basilisk cockatrice ! She hath a cold, an ardent gleam In the staring eyes of her ; She weaves a witch-web of dank dream Before her worshipper ; Her hand allures him to its theme : Sceptre to sepulchre ! So cold, so chaste, so sombre glows The purpose of her cypress glance ! A sphinx set up amid the snows, An Attis frozen in his dance, Is this unnatural god that knows No mans inheritance. So with a strange Circean smile She bends herself and…
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…ion sweeps me away. So with a passionate thrill of fear I creeplike shadows across Day ! Like Winter on the expended year ! From those cold feet, a frozen meer, To those cold knees, a lost lagoon, To that wild woodland, strangely near To the lone tower that tops the moon ! Verily and Amen ! Unhewn The great grim forest menaces. What gardener may dare to prune Those woods to build me palaces ?
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…lose the joy that stings, The furies that entice. Slower and firmer and steadier ! Relentless, ruthless, still she sways ; And the snake-cold stealth and hate of her Flash in the jewels, and bite, and blaze ; While the mystic hand, her minister, Moves in its fatal ways. The victim twists and writhes beneath The scornful spell, the giant grip. He rolls his eyes, he grinds his teeth Like a slave under the whip ; And his tortured groans can only wreathe A sneer upon her lip. In the half-light her jewels flame Like stars that presage pestilence. O …
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MR TODD 191 GRANDFATHER. Bitter cold, Charley, for us old people ! Nothing right nowadays ! Oh, my poor leg ! Bitter, bitter cold ! I mind me, more than sixty years ago nowoh dear ! oh dear ! Run and tell Nurse I want my liniment ! Oh dear ! oh dear ! what a wretched world. Sciaticslike rats gnawing, gnawing at you, Charley. CHARLEY. You frighten me, grampa ! Why doesnt Mr. Carr come and play with me ? GRANDFATHER. He has gone out with your mother. Hell come by-and-by, no doubt. Run and fetch Nurse, Charley ! [CHARLEY runs off. Oh dear ! I …
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…rms So, to a corpse, a choir of coffin-worms ! Ah beast ! I love thee, cruel and uncontrolled, Even to that ice that burns when fire is cold.
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…mbers tremble, Gallant old barque ! I shake thee, stem and stern, With furious kisses in blind rage at Time Who hath wrought on thee his cold and common crime. So now I rise, laughing with love, and burn ! Those dissolute embers of thy lust grown dun, The ashen horrors of thy face, resemble The dull red glare of a November sun.
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…spaniel to a setter blushed ; The bird would simply not be flushed. I beat one with a stick quite hard ; He only fluttered half a yard, Scolding me : Idiot and brute, Why in the devil dont you shoot ? I turned upon my heel ; the bird Followed me homeit sounds absurd ! [My fault ! for getting the grand slam on Chateau Yquem and cold boiled salmon !] At last in anger, not for fun, I lifted my reluctant gun, Gave him both barrels, plain and choke, And blew him into bits. I woke. . . . . . . How dreams reflect the facts of life ! I was in be…
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…faery blood ; All smaragdine flows its flood. Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry. She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake.
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…rderess !) That his that lay there screaming Between our knivesOr blood ! confess The truth ; or am I dreaming ? Yea ; floating on that cold pale flood Were two red stars of our own blood. We left our laugh, a smouldering coal Upon his naked middle : We ravelled out his love ; we stole His heart-strings for our fiddle : Strange tortured music from his soul We wrung, a writhing riddle ! Yea : our mouths took a subtle curve As we devoured him nerve by nerve. We danced, obscenely delicate, The dance of cup and thyrsus ;
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…poets soul With radiance mild and tender, So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would be mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine Whose godhead duly knows Only the one wind of the utmost heaven Through hyacinthine deeps Down from the sapphirine steeps
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26 THE WIZARD WAY Mixed with fat of many a maid Slain by the inchauntments cold Of the witches wild and old. He had crucified a toad In the basilisk abode, Muttering the Runes averse Mad with many a mocking curse. He had traced the serpent sigil In his ghastly virgin vigil. Sursum cor ! the elfin hill, Where the wind blows deadly chill From the world that wails beneath Deaths black throat and lipless teeth There he had stoodhis bosom bare Tracing life upon the Air With the crook and with the flail Lashing forward on the gale, Till its blade …
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…led, Its rattling chains and skeletons ! Here am I, free, alonealone ! I shall be drunk, dead drunk, to-night. Then I shall slip to the cold stone Without remorse, without affright ;
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…ts blood hot upon your lips is reason For the ensanguine banners of their bliss ; My white soul that your malice took by treason Is the cold ardour in your cheek, and this My bower that was jasmine in its season Is all your yellow snakes of hair, that hiss And fasten all their fangs upon methese I knew, forget ; they leave your saint at ease. I have forgotten all these things, erotic While it was dark, while flesh corroded flesh With cancerous kisses acrid and exotic Like orchids, while the star-queen flung her mesh Over us as we swam, one so…
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…llion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one ! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison ! An end to the adamant age ! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lilywhite goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry : With these, and God for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry ! I have bought for a wafer of bread A garden of poppies and clo…
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…ot ambrosia, but oysters. Nor shall it all avail you, though You eat your heart for lust to know, To watch these sparks of verse I throw Cold ere they flame ! For they attest The anvils ring, the hammers zest, The white-hot rage of steel, that is My soul exulting in Gods kiss The hammer, and the anvil life. . . . . . . . . . . Go, and explain it to your wife !
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…chair ; MRS. OSSORY red and weeping ; OSSORY (a British heavy father) grief-stricken ; EUPHEMIA sobbing at the table ; CARR and DELHOMME cold and hot respectively in their expression of sympathy. MR. TODD is at the door, his cloak on, his hat in his hand. OSSORY. It is kind of you to have so come far to break the sad news, my dear sir. I hope that we shall see you again soon underunderunder happier circumstances. [TODD bows very low to the company as if deeply sympathising ; but turning his face to the audience, smiles as if at some secret je…