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Keen on my spirit ; as if all I sought In Thine own symbol, Beauty, were concealed Under her brows —how wider than the air ! How deeper than the sea I How radiant Beyond the fire ! Venus. O shun her devilish lures ! That Beauty is the sole detested fear That can annul our conquests, and arouse Our rapt dream-kisses. Tannhauser. That is my intent. It is the spiritual life of things I seek —Thou knowest ! Venus. Oh, I did not mean ! Remember my dilemma! Hear me speak The story of her. She is a wicked witch That seeketh to delude thy sleepy sense …
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Still, I must see his symbol of the Sun, The Winepress, and the Beauty ! Puerile And pagan to that old mysterious one, The awful Light and the anointed Vial, The Dawning of the Blood, even as a smile : Even as a smile on Beauty's burning cheek- Ha ! In a circle ? As this journey is ? How vain is man's imagining and weak ! Begod my lady, and my lady's kiss ? Back swing we to the pitiful abyss. Liken God's being to the life of man. So reason staggers. Angels, answer me ! Ye who have watched the far unfolding plan— How is time shorter than eternit…
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…t known my name ! Tannhauser. So ; yet I love thee ! Rended is the veil ! Calling thee Ugliness, I guessed aright. Who saw, and see, all Beauty in thee still. Only, a beauty risen out of Hell ; 53
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…And from the athanor of death and pain Bring golden showers of rain To crown our bed withal, the empire of the Night ! O Wife! Incarnate Beauty self-create! O Life ! O Death ! Love unimaginable ! Despair grows hope, as hope grows desperate ; And Heaven bridges the great gulf of Hell. Thy life is met with mine, Transmuted, grown divine. Even in this, the evil of the world ! What agony is this. The first undying kiss From jewelled eyes and lips in passion curled ? O sister and O serpent and O mate. Strike the red fang of hate Steady and strong, p…
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…annhauser. Why dost Thou hate this vision ? Venus. She would take Thee from these arms ! Tannhauser. But she is beautiful With Thine own beauty : yet as if the God Cancelled its mortal comeliness, and came More intimate than matter, closing in 45
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…'s web, and my immense despair. Landgrave. Your words are terrible ! We knew them true Even while you sang. But see ! the light of day ! Beauty in all things and—for you—true love ! I 12
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…! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! [ Tannhduser sleeps. Venus. Sleep on, poor fool, and in thy sleep forlorn Defy the very beauty that thou seekest ! Now is the solemn portal of the dusk Lifted ; and in the gleaming silver-gray, 48
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But thou, O thou, hast risen from the deep! All mortals mourn and weep To see thee, seeing that all love must die Beside thy beauty, see thee and despair ! Deadly as thou art fair, I cry for all mankind — they are slain, even as I! \Tannliduser pauses, bends eagerly towards Venus. She smiling luxuriously, he continues. Who Cometh wanton, with long arms outspread ? Who cometh with lascivious lips aflame ? Whose eyes invite me to the naked bed Stark open to the sun, dear pride of shame? Whose face draws close and near, Filling the soul with fear.…
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… aspects of the mystic spouse of God, Isis ! This pagan ! " Look towards the Sun " (Quoth he) " And seek a winepress to be trod ; " With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and shod.
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…th, My body found a little weariness. I am very feeble ! Hither comes the hunt ! \_A horn winds quite close by. The noble, doomed, swift beauty ! Closer yet Pant the long hounds ! What heart he has ! One, two ! See the brach dying by his bloody flank ! So could not Tannhauser awhile ago. My help lay outside and above myself What skills him he is brave ? He ends the same. Poor stag! Here sweep the foremost hunters up. My very kinsmen ! There rides Wolfram too ! The proper minstrel ! The ideal lover ! 83
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…d up thine evil corpse-light in the sky. He riddled me —ah God ! I see it now ! The bloody winepress .'' The ascending sun ? Thy dawning beauty and thine evil bed ! The double meaning ! I had evil thoughts When I pronounced it —else had She Herself, Hathoor or Mary, risen. Misery! Incessant mystery of the search for Truth ! Venus Search out my mystery a little while ! TannhAuser. There is a flush of passion in thine eyes. An hunger in them ; fascinate me now, 55
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…eaking sea ! I am the earth and its fertility ! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me— To me! Hathoor am I, and to my beauty drawn All glories of the Universe bow down, The blossom and the mountain and the dawn, Fruit's blush, and woman, our creation's crown. I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine, I am the love and life of the divine ! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness are surely mine- Are mine ! Venus am I, the love and light of earth. The wealth of kisses, the delight of tears. The barren pleasure never come t…
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…ods is he, equal soul to theirs, Who lingers in thy passionate embrace : Whose languor-laden kiss Cleaves where thy bosom is A throne of beauty for thy throat and face ! In these dark joys and exquisite despairs, O Love, let Death lay finger unawares ! 103
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Oh God, Thy blinding beauty, and the hght Shed from Thy shoulders, and the golden night Of mingling fire and stars and roses swart In the long flame of hair that leaps athwart, Live in each tingling gossamer ! Dread eyes ! Each flings its arrow of sharp sacrifice. Eating me up with poison ! I am hurled Far through the vaporous confines of the world With agony of sundering sense, beholding Thy mighty flower, blood-coloured death, unfolding ! Lithe limbs and supple shoulders and lips curled, Curled out to draw me to their monstrous world ! Warm b…
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…ht melts in wine ! Arise ! Shame ! Has thy learning left thee overwise ? Thy lips sing fondly —to another tune. Nay ! 'twas my breathing beauty made thee swoon, 29
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…t Keener delight, a sense of deadly fear ! This secret : Thou art darkness in Thyself, And evil wrapped in light, and ugliness Vested in beauty ! Therefore is my love No petty passion like these country-folk's : No fertile glory (as the Love of God) : But vast and barren as the winter sea, Holding I know not what enormous soul In its salt bitter bosom, underneath The iron waters and the serpent foam ; Below, where sight and sound are set no more, But only the intolerable weight Of its own gloomy selfhood. This am I : This passion, lion-mouthed …
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…e of God ! Yet Moses looked upon His hinder parts. And I —yes, goddess ! in this passionate Life in our secret mountain, well I know Thy beauty, and Thy love, (although they be Infinite, far beyond the mortal mind, Body, or soul to touch, to comprehend. And dwell in) that the utter intimate Knowledge of Thee, if once I ravelled out Thy secret, laid Thee naked to the bone— Nay, to the marrow ! were to come, aware. Face to face full with deity itself And this I strive at ! Therefore is my love Wholly in tune with that concealed desire Bred in eac…
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…hese circumstances I have not scrupled to subvert anything that appeared to me to need subverting in the interests, always identical, of beauty and of truth. Anachron- ism may be found piled upon anachronism, and symbolism mixed with symbolism. II
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…s to explain, though perhaps not to excuse, the lack of dramatic action in the story. Love being throughout the symbol of his method, as Beauty of its object, it is through Love, refined into Pity, that he at last attains the Supreme Knowledge, or at least sufficient of it to put the last straw on the back of his corporeal camel, and bring the story to a fitting end. To pass to more mundane affairs. I may mention for the benefit of those who may not be read in certain classes of literature, and so think me original when I am hardly even paraphr…
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…ansfiguring power of the rhythms . . . plastic and intensely dramatic . . . this poet is authentic and will reveal to the world much new beauty. . . ." "A kind of middle-class .Swinburne at second-hand . . . morbid unpleasantness of Mr Crowley's taste." " Much to attract and not a little to repel. A very singular and striking piece of work . . . undoubted power and originality . . . vigorous mastery and daring conception . . . we are compelled to read even where the subject matter fails to attract . . . several glaring crudities and much banali…