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1902 · PDF PAGE 118

Tannhäuser

…creutz his mystifying crew ! A Courtier. A Poet's tourney, and the theme is Love ! The Unknown Minstrel. There is a sequel to our poet's song, And he will sing it. Tannhauser. No ! I know it not ! The Unknown Minstrel. The winepress and the sun ! Tannhauser {again in Venusberg). My spouse and Queen, Bright Goddess of the amber limbs, the lips Redder than poppies in the golden corn That is your mane ! Listen, the after-song ! [ Taking his harp. ii6

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1902 · PDF PAGE 115

Tannhäuser

All the blind horror of the song recedes. There is a sequel ; is there not, my friend ? Of love, your theme, we have not heard a note. Tannhauser. That is a question. I am not so sure My song was not entirely to that end. Wolfram. Yes, poet, true one that you are indeed! You shew us the dilemma of the soul, The Gordian knot Love only hews asunder. Tannhauser. Or—shall I say ?—soothes only, bandages, Not heals the sore of Destiny ? Wolfram. No, certes. But substitutes for one reality Another —and a lovely pleasant one. Tannhauser. Existence is i…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 129

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Elizabeth. I heard, I pure, I virginal, your song ; The shameful story of your intercourse With —fiend or woman ? And your burning will, Even in that horror, to the Highest ; at last Your choice of me— the middle course of them, Pure human love ? And, if your song be true. As I, who heard the voice, the earnestness, Saw the deep eyes, and truth aflame in them. Know—then the choice be Mary's and not mine ! I love you better, were that possible ; Will make you a true wife, and lead your hand. Or be led by you, in the pleasant path. For me, I ente…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 78

Tannhäuser

… the Way of Truth. But Thou ! Forgive, forgive ! Lead, lead me to Thy Light ! Shepherd-boy {sings). Light in the sky Dawns to the East ! Song-bird and beast Wake and reply. Let me not die, Now, at the least ! Lord of the Light ! Queen of the dawn ! Soul of the Night Hid and withdrawn ! 76

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1902 · PDF PAGE 104

Tannhäuser

…have borne with you, Rudely uprising ere your turn was come :— And you abuse our patience to insult The noble minstrel whose impassioned song Touched every heart. Sing in your turn you may. Love is the theme, not imbecility ! Wolfram. That is the subject next his heart, no doubt ! \^Laughter. Herald. Lord Bertram ! Bertram. I shall sing in other key. \Sings. He is the equal of the gods, my queen. He crowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Love's laughing ecstasies Flame in thy face, and alter then To the low light of passion d…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 60

Tannhäuser

Darkness and death and rapture. Sing to you ? What song? My tunes are played upon too oft. My first great cry of love inaudible Sapped me of music. Venus. Sing me that again ! Tannhauser. Who is this maiden rob6d for a bride, White shoulders and bright brows adorable, The flaming locks that clothe her, and abide. As God were bathing in the fire of Hell ? They change, they grow, they shake As sunlight on the lake : They hiss, they glisten on her bosom bare. O maiden, maiden queen ! The lightning flows between Thy mounting breasts, too magically …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 126

Tannhäuser

…r, stood smiling, nonchalant, At all the turmoil, ridiculing it ? You knew the secret symbol of my life, You forced me to that miserable song. The Unknown Minstrel. My name, sir, at your service, is Geschicht. 124

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1902 · PDF PAGE 50

Tannhäuser

The song that soars, and reads the starry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love ! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright ! What love is this, the heart of sombre hght. Impossible, and therefore infinite ? Sheer height ! None but the dead can twine the limbs of love. Come, love ! My body in thy passion weeps Tears keen as dewfall's, salter than the deep's. My bosom ! How its fortress wakes, and leaps, And sleeps ! None but the dead can sleep the sleep of love ! Come, love, caress me with endearing eyes ! Light the l…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 61

Tannhäuser

…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's kiss incarnadine. & Who cometh from the ocean as a flower ? Who blossometh above the barren sea ? Thy lotus set beneath thee for a bower. Thine eyes awakened, lightened, fallen on me ? O Goddess, queen, and wife ! O Lady of my life ! Wh…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 64

Tannhäuser

…ssion curled ? O sister and O serpent and O mate. Strike the red fang of hate Steady and strong, persistent to the heart ! So shall this song be made more terrible With the soul-mastering spell. Choke, stagger, know the Evil, Beauty's counterpart ! Whose long-drawn curse runs venom in my veins ? What dragon spouse consumes me with her breath ? 62

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1902 · PDF PAGE 57

Tannhäuser

Is fire and amber. Then I came away :— I heard of knights no better horsed than I, No better sworded, with no gift of song, Who, caught by one ineffable desire, Rode on by old mysterious watersheds, Traversed strange seas, or battled with strange folk, Held vigil in wild forests, all to seek The vision of the Holy Grail. And I Rode forth on that same foolish wandering ; And found a-many ventures on the way ; At last an old Egyptian ; who bestowed The magic word, which, when I had pronounced, Called up thine evil corpse-light in the sky. He ridd…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 30

Tannhäuser

…ome to birth. The endless, infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire Devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre — Thy lyre ! I am the Grail and I the Glory now : I am the flame and fuel of thy breast ; I am the star of God upon thy brow ; I am thy queen, enraptured and possessed. 28

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1902 · PDF PAGE 77

Tannhäuser

… 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 143

Tannhäuser

… ! " See, the sobs shake me like a little child. The moon is crescent, waxing in the West. Take the last kiss, dear. What is the strange song ? [ The great Goddess ariseth, weeping for the slain Osiris Tannkduser. Isis. Isis am I, and from my life are fed All stars and suns, all moons that wax and wane, 141

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1902 · PDF PAGE 140

Tannhäuser

… ; Clothed with a sun to which the sun of earth Were tinsel ; and the moon was at Her feet — A moon whose brilliance breaks the sword of song Into a million fragments ; so transcends Music, that starlight-sandalled majesty ! Then—shall I contemplate the face of Her ? O Nature ! Self-begotten ! Spouse of God, 138

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1902 · PDF PAGE 17

Tannhäuser

…ct and groan " Mysticism ! " ; do not quote " Two is by shape the Coptic Aspirate " as a sample of my utmost in lyrics ; do not take the song of Wolfram as my best work in either sentiment or melody. As a quid pro quo I give you all full permission to conclude your review of this book by quoting from Act III. " Forget this nightmare!" I must express my great sense of gratitude to Oscar Eckenstein, Gerald Kelly, and Allan MacGregor, who have severally helped me in the work of revision, which has extended over more than a year of time and nearly …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 16

Tannhäuser

…ose who may not be read in certain classes of literature, and so think me original when I am hardly even paraphrasing, that Tannhauser's songs in Act IV. are partly adapted from the so-called " Oracles of Zoroaster," partly from the mysterious utterances of the great angel Av6, perhaps equally spurious. Of course Bertram's song is merely a rather free adaptation of the two principal fragments of Sappho, which so many people have failed to translate that one can feel no shame in making yet another attempt. There may be one or two conscious plagi…

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