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184 MR TODD the English hypocrite ? Who was poor Uncle Henry ? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that ? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry ? About two and a half ! The only thing you know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a little scream of horror.] Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry ! . . . Sweetheart ! EUPHEMIA. Mine own ! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain ! . . . But one has to be decent about ones rel…
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… is no sound in the room but that of EUPHEMIAS sobs. OSSORY [returning, throws himself into a chair near the door]. Dear me ! dear me ! Poor, poor Henry ! DELHOMME. In the very flower of his life. ...
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…OSSORY. Youre a fool, Emily. CARR. I think Mr. Ossory means that we could hardly hold him responsible if one of his steamers ran down a poor polar bear on a drifting iceberg. MRS. OSSORY. I know Im quite unreasonable ; its an instinct, and intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street said how psychic I was ! [During the next few speeches CARR and EUPHEMIA correspond by signs and winks. GRANDFATHER. When I was in Australia forty-four years ago there was a very good fellow of the name of Brown in Ballarat. Brown of Buninyong we used to call him. I …
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MR TODD 183 drel, youre shaking me to pieces ! Emily, do get a gentler footman. Oh ! Oh ! Nobody cares for the poor old man. I am thrown on the dust-heap. Oh, Emily, may you suffer one day as I suffer ! Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! [The Nurse comes forward and soothes him. NURSE. You must really be more careful of my patient, Thomas. THOMAS. I humbly beg pardon, miss. I think the balls is gritty, miss. Ill ile em to-morrow. GRANDFATHER. There, you see, Nurse is the only one that loves me. I should like to marry you, Nurse, eh ? And cut em all out ? MRS. …
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…e safely housed and shrined Where subtler images are wrought Than boast the treasuries of Mind ! II The secret of the House of Set. As a poor pilgrim clambering Toils on the slopes, so I to get Halidom for my lord the King.
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…ade him bless and curse us Yea, O my darling, we were Fate. Then how should Fate reverse us ? Yea, love ; how cruelly we played With the poor worm that we had made ! It cannot be (it cannot be !) That we ourselves are taken In the sweet snare, my Dorothy ! Did Love, true love, awaken ? And, even so, dear, why should we Be wildly wit-forsaken ? Yea ; for we digged a wanton pit. Ourselves are fallen into it. Our dance grew fierceself-stirred, self-willed ! And Bacchus shewed his forehead Jutting sharp horns ; his grape distilled A liquor harsh a…
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…the amethyst lustre of your eyes dissolves The veil that hides your naked splendour From these infirm resolves And halting loves of your poor 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 godh…
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LE VIN DE LASSASSIN 213 I begged of her a darkling tryst One nighta night of wind and rain. She came, poor silly devil ! Pist ! We are all more or less insane. She was still beautiful, although So tired. Still sweet ! still pale ! still shy ! I loved her overmuchand so Out of this life you go ! said I. No one can understand me. None Of these dull drunkards could divine In nightmares this that I have done To make a winding-sheet of wine ! This black invulnerable vice Engines of iron ! towers of stone ! For winters blight or summers s…
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…ore, thou mistakest in thy mind of mist Matter for man, and dung for alchemist. Woman, for all thy skill of touch and tongue, Remains, poor poet ! only gilded dung. But thou, First Matter of the Work that art, Defiled by contact with her hemlock heart, Dost blacken to the Dragon of the Sages Whence grows the Gold. For her, throughout the ages, As it was ever, is, and ever shall beon Earth everywhereespecially in Albion
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…ross the abyss of mine imagining. So I came back from all my snares and pits, Crowned him with roses, called him lord and king. Then the poor fool fell on me, stammering Pale phrases of his mortal love, a thing Almost too petty for my star of lust To attract within her orbit : still I swing
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…and modesty ! [Taking her hand.] Ah, give me this pure hand for good, for ever ! This hand which has been ever open to the misery of the poor, ever closed to box the enemies of your country ! EUPHEMIA. It is not mine ! DELHOMME. I do not understand. I am too worn a slave in the worlds market for my fettered soul to grasp your innocence. Ah ! you are vowed to Our Lady, perhaps ? Yet, believe me
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THE CAMP FIRE 155 I sate and shivered : so this pregnant breath Must be delivered at the door of Death ! Poor petty torch to which our spirits flutter Our wings to scorch ! Ah, shall no angel utter Some word to allay the universal doom ? All swept away into a dusty tomb ! My friend ! who dreamt that dream of Permanence ? Are we exempt from any common sense Was not my fire warm while it burned ? Am I No living lyre because my songs must die ? Is not Becoming Beings twin ? Be mute ! Is Deaths low drumming louder than Lifes lute ? Was I the ass…
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…steam-engine puff- ing in front of them ; they follow on hands and knees. The engine stops at the other end of the room. CHARLEY. Oh, my poor engines stopped ! CARR. You must pour more spirit into it. [CHARLEY goes to the cupboard and gets it, busying himself until CARRS exit. CARR sighs heavily, and sits down thoughtfully. Todds been too frequently to this house. Well, Charley and I must get on as best we can. Life is a hard thing, my God ! Meantime there is our life here. Well ? It seems sometimes to me as if all the worlds wisdom wer…
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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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…has not happenedI knew it was a long time since we missed a week. By the way, have you heard the terrible news about Queen Anne ? Dead, poor soul ! Never mind, silly, you told me most dramatically, and it shall be counted unto you for righteousness. EUPHEMIA. I think youre the greatest brute in the worldand I love you. CARR. How reciprocal of you ! EUPHEMIA. Sweet ! CARR. On my honour, I havent a single chocolate on me. Have a cigar ? [Business with case. EUPHEMIA. Be serious ! You must marry me at once. CARR. Then how can I be serious ! I …
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…nse ! Appetite comes with eating. EUPHEMIA. But I dont care for hors doeuvre. OSSORY. Euphemia, this is a very serious matter for your poor old father. EUPHEMIA. What have you got to do with it ? Really, father OSSORY. I have everything to do with it. The fact is, my childhere ! Ill make a clean breast of it. Ive been gambling, and things have gone wrong. Only temporarily, of course, you understand. Only temporarily. Butoh, if I had only kept out of Fidos !
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…Chemistry, already apt at reparteeI should say retort ; little Biology, whos rather a worm between you and me and the gate- post ; and poor puny, puling, sickly little Metaphysics, with only one tooth in his upper jaw ! Oh, dont cry ! I love you as I always did and always shall. Ill see you through it somehow ! But dont talk foolishness about marriage ! We are happy because when I come to see you I come to see you. If we were living together you would soon get to know me as the brute who grumbles at the cooking and wants to shut himself up…
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…eard very ill things said of him, I can tell you. MRS. OSSORY. Who is he ? Does any one know ? A man of family, I hope. How dreadful for poor Henry if he had been run over by a plebeian ! OSSORY. Well, we hardly knowI wonder if his credit is good. [His voice sinks to a whisper as the awful suspicion that he may be financially unsound strikes him.] CARR. [sharply, as if pained]. Oh, oh ! Dont suggest such a thing without the very best reason. It would be too terrible ! [This time EUPHEMIA laughs. OSSORY. My dear boy, I deliberately say it. I h…
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…the great secret ? Is progress a delusion ? Are men mad ? Is the great secret truly transcendental ? We are like madmen, beating out our poor brains upon the walls of the Universe. Is there no Power that might reveal itself ? [Kneels.] Who art Thou before whom all things are equal, being as dust ? Who givest his fame to the poet, his bankruptcy to the rich man ? Who dost distinguish between the just and the unjust ? Thou keeper of all secrets, of this great secret which I seek, and have nowise found ! This secret for whose very shadowing-forth …