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1902 · PDF PAGE 61

Tannhäuser

Who cometh from the mountain as a tower Stalwart and set against the fiery foes ? Who, breathing as a jasmine-laden bower? Who, crowned and lissome as a living rose ? Sharp thorns in thee are set ; In me, in me beget The dolorous despair of this desire. Thy body sways and swings Above the tide of things, Laps me as ocean, wraps me round as fire ! Ye elemental sorceries of song, Surge, strenuous and strong, Seeking dead dreams, the secret of the shrine ; So that she drain my life and being up As from a golden cup, To minofle in her blood, death'…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 69

Tannhäuser

…eep. And yet— I cannot follow him. Not even Into the dreamland that these mortals use. There, I am barred. The flaming sword of Light Is set against me, and new pangs consume This nest of scorpions where my heart once was. Yet to my fearful task of hate I set No faltering bosom. I will have this man, His life, his strength ; and live a little more. Life—shall I ever reach the splendid sword Of womanhood, and gird it, gain my will, A human soul, and from that altitude Renew the terrible war against the Gods ? I have called Chronos the devouring …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 71

Tannhäuser

… a balm, A sovereign comfort in my old caress ? Tannhauser. I must begone. She waits. Venus. Who waits ? Come here ! Let us talk fondly, set together still, Not with these shouts and wavings of the arms, Struts and unseemly gestures. Tannhauser ! Tannhauser. She waits for me, my sweet Elizabeth ! Venus or Lilith, I have loved thee well ! Now, to my freedom ! Venus. Your Elizabeth ! • Tannhauser. Ay, to those pure and alabaster brows, The tender fingers, and the maiden smile. Burn the whore's bed ! Unpaint the cruel lips ! 69

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1902 · PDF PAGE 56

Tannhäuser

…way. Ten years ago I loved a maiden called Elizabeth. A child she was, so delicate and frail, Far, white, and lonely as the coldest star Set beyond gaze of any eye but God's ; And, to forget her, found due somnolence In such a warm brown bosom as thine own 54

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1902 · PDF PAGE 27

Tannhäuser

…n the sullen sea ; " Two functions hath the inevitable fire ; " Earthquake hath earth, and yet fertility : " See to thy purpose, and thy set desire ! " Else, dire the fate — the ultimation dire ! " Vague threats and foolish words ! Quite meaningless The empty sounds he muttered in mine ear. Why should their silly mystery impress My thoughtful forehead with the lines of fear ? (This riding saps my courage as my cheer.) D 25

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1902 · PDF PAGE 128

Tannhäuser

…e a gentleman — Forbade the dying, welcome otherwise, At any despicable hands as theirs. They, they might boast —we hundred swords or so Set on the mighty Tannhauser, and slew him. We, scarce an hundred ! Yes, believe it, sirs We are not so feeble ! — But death anyhow Cuts and not loosens the entangled life. Be mine the harder and the better way, The single chance : not hope ; appeal no more ; Hardly the arrowy wisdom of despair ; Hardly the cowardice or courage yet To drift, nor cursing nor invoking God. 126

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1902 · PDF PAGE 76

Tannhäuser

The subtle fervours, drunken heats and ways, And perfumes maddening from the soul of spring ! The little nipples, and the dangerous pit Set smiling in the alabaster ; thine, The glowing arms are thine, the desperate Fresh kisses, and the gold that lurks upon The sunny skin, the marble of these brows, The roses, and the poppies, and the scent Subtle and sinful — thine, all thine, are these, What with my heart that only beats for thee, The many-throned and many-minded soul Centred to do thee worship. Hither, hither! TannhAuser. This shakes my spi…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 24

Tannhäuser

…the Protoplast : He is the First (not " was"), and is the Last (Not " will be "). Then why travel ? To what end? What is the symbol I am set to find ? What is that burning heart of blood to spend Caught in a sunset with the night behind, The Grail of God ? I would that I were blind ! I would that I were desolate and dumb, Naked and poor ! That He might manifest A crimson glory subtly caught and come, An opal crucible of Alkahest ! And yet—what gain of vital gold expressed ? 22

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1902 · PDF PAGE 63

Tannhäuser

…hape Within my soul and spirit to abide. Mysterious labyrinth without escape. Magical lover, and enchanted bride ? O Mother of my will ! Set thy live body still Unto my heart, that even Eternity Roll by our barren bed — 6i

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1902 · PDF PAGE 113

Tannhäuser

… the universe Without escape. This is the evil destiny of man : The desperate plan Made by the Ancient One, to keep His power. Limits He set, made space unsearchable Yet bounded, made time endless to transcend Man's thought to comprehend : Builded the Tower Of life, and girded it with walls of hell, The name of Death. This limit in all things Baffles the spirit wings, Chains the swift soul ; for even Death is bound. In its apparent amplitude I saw, I, who have slept through death, have surely found The old accursed law. And death has changed to…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 120

Tannhäuser

…and the Fatal Throne, The Evil House, the Fugitive of Light, The great Unluminous, the Formless One! Stoop not ! Beneath, a precipice is set. The Seven Steps. Stoop not, forget Never the splendid Image, and the realm Where lightnings overwhelm iiS

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1902 · PDF PAGE 77

Tannhäuser

…ttle bird Out of the fowler's net. I thank Thee, God ! For in the pit of horror, and the clay Of death I cried, and Thou hast holpen me, Set me upon a rock, established me. And filled my mouth, and tuned mine ancient lyre With a new song—praise, praise to God above. And to Our Lady of the Smitten Heart, That David never knew : my pettiness Exceeding through Her mercy and Her might The King and Priest of Israel ; for I know Her love, and She hath shewn to me Her face, 75

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1902 · PDF PAGE 31

Tannhäuser

…y breath, Portentous cedars prophesying death ! See the long vistas and the dancing sea, The measured motion of fecundity ! Bright winds set swaying the soft-sounding flowers (Here flowers have music) in my woven bowers, Where sweet birds blossom, and in chorus quire The rapt beginnings of immense desire. Here is the light and rapture of the will : We touch the stars —and they are tiny still ! O mighty thews ! O godlike face and hair ! Rise up and take me ; ay, and keep me there, One tingle at thy touch from head to feet ; Lips that cling close…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 98

Tannhäuser

…e. The living purpose and the mystic life Of lonely seeking for the Grail of God ! I—call you husband ? When I said your name, It was to set the task impossible :— Had they but known it —just as one should say : " Bring down St Michael : let me marry him ! " They knew the angels were too pure ; but you, They guessed not how exalted were your hopes ; How utterly unselfish, pure, and true, Your great heart beat ! TannhAuser {with bitterness). I hardly knew, myself! {Aside.) Here is the virgin insight of the truth ! Or—cannot purity be brought to …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 129

Tannhäuser

…rd and harsh to say. This is my curse —no sooner do I speak, Or formulate my mind in iron words. That my mind grows, o'erleaps the limit set, And I perceive the truth that lies beyond— One further step into a new-fallen night. Hear then — I hate to hurt your perfect soul ; 127

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1902 · PDF PAGE 41

Tannhäuser

…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 and adder-eyed. A mass compressed, a glowing central core. Like molten metal in the crucible ! Death's secret is some sweetness ultimate, Sweeter than poison. Ah ! My very words, Chance phrases, ravel out the tale for me— Sweetness and death — poison and love. Consider How this same striving to the I…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 11

Tannhäuser

…owing to the excitement and activity of the combatant, and to the fact that he is himself involved in the vicissitudes which he may have set himself to observe ; while even for the commander, though the smoke-pall may lift now and again to show some brilliant charge or desperate hand-to- hand struggle, he may fail to grasp its significance in his dispositions ; or indeed find it to be quite unexpected and foreign to his calculations ; yet a few years or months later the same battle may be lucidly, tersely, and connectedly described, so that a c…

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