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Page 1 of 11904 · PDF PAGE 19
…ise, mere banishment, I deem he had feared more ! He had an heir. This was a boy of strength with ardour blent, High hope embowered in a body fair. Him had he watched with eager eye, aware Of misery occult in youth, awake At the first touch of the diviner air Of manhood, that could bane and blessing make, The Lord of Life and Death, the secret of the Snake. The snake of Egypt hath a body twin ; It hath bright wings wherewith it well can fly ; It is of virtue and of bitter sin ; It beareth strength and beauty in its eye ; Beneath its tongue are …
1904 · PDF PAGE 7
….................. Provost of Queer Street. A Horny-Handed Brother (Plymouth). A conscientious Chemist. A Theatre-Goer. Large but unseen body of retainers. MAUD, MARCHIONESS OF GLENSTRAE ANGELA, LADY BAIRD .......................... HORTENSE .......................................... Her maid. MOLLY TYSON ...................................... Daughter of Tyson. Agéd (Plymouth) Sisters, etc., etc. The action of the play occupies 3 years.
1904 · PDF PAGE 74
…s not in the bond — but let it pass. There ! there ! MOLLY. Sir, I beseech you — for an hour — take me away. I am in terrible trouble of body and soul — danger, misery.
1904 · PDF PAGE 26
…ge, The blood of the king, The age of the sage ! Ah ! all these sting Through me — this rage Is the strength of my blood, The heat of my body, The birth of my wit. To hell with the flood Of words ! Were I God, he Had made me as fit For all things as now, But added a brow Cool — O how cool ! Fool ! Fool ! Fool ! With a terrible laugh he springs out of sight down the crags. SCENE III SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, in the Hall. O the gloom of these distasteful tomes ! The horror of the secrets here discovered ! Wake, ye salamandrines ; sleep, ye gnomes ! We…
1904 · PDF PAGE 25
…or here my brain’s Numb, it is dumb, it Is torn by this passion. Down ! Eagle-fashion Drive to the level ! Teeth ! you may gnash on ! My body’s anguish Is help to my soul. Hail to the revel ! The dance of the devil, The rhythms that languish, The rhymes that roll ! Down like the swine Of the gross Gadarene In a maddening march From the snow to the rock, From the rock to the pine, From the pine to the larch, From the tree to the green ! He leaps down, then pauses. O Devil ! to mock With echo the roar Of a young boy’s spirit !
1904 · PDF PAGE 93
…s this bear on the case ? SIR GRABSON J. Dying without issue, he has left all to Sir Percy here ; the King (cheers from large but unseen body of retainers, who have been eaves- dropping), moreover, unwilling that the Marquisate should die out, will bestow it on the same lucky young fellow. SIR HERPES Z. This is marvellous news ! SIR GRABSON J. Again, Lady Baird has just perished in awful agony. Having suffered for twenty years from a hideous and incu- rable disease, she brought matters to a climax last night by falling into a barrel of boiling …
1904 · PDF PAGE 35
…ll seek thee, O flower ! I’ll not turn back ! He pursues her. I’ll go on for ever. The strength of a giant Is in my limbs — He reels. My body is slack ; My muscles sever ; My limbs are pliant; My eyesight swims. Come to me ! Come to me ! Thee have I sought ! Thou that wast dumb to me, Come — I am nought ! Striving ever to follow her, he faints and falls. The girl stops.
1904 · PDF PAGE 67
WHY JESUS WEPT 53 Her pale, her golden body lies ! Even asleep the dark long lashes move, And the eyes see. She dreams of me, of love, Of all these bridal ecstasies That have been ours this month, this month of joy. I am a foolish boy ; Did not the golden starred Ambassador Come like a father to me and implore I would look straight on truth ? “ This is no love-sick youth ! ” He cried, “ She is nigh sixty years of age ; Her lovers are a mangled multitude ; You are one duckling of an infinite brood This vixen hath up-gobbled ! ” Am I mage ? Ay, f…
1904 · PDF PAGE 21
…ods in the hall on all creation’s ills ! An idle volume with mere bosh he fills ; He dreams and dozes, toils and flies afar, Apace — the body by a thousand wills Of fire cross-twisted, bruised, is thrust, a spar, Wreckage of some wild sea, to seas without a star. Listen, O lady, listen, reverend Abbot, Lord of the Monastery, Fort Augustus !
1904 · PDF PAGE 20
… service true. Whereat he started, spurning at the thrall ; But then the orphan truth he inward knew, And on the iron ground his sobbing body threw. It was a weary while before they raised him. Boy as he was, none dare disturb his grief. And for his grief was strong, they loved and praised him For son’s devotion to their dear dead chief. Long, long he wept, nor brought with tears relief. He knew the loss, the old head wise and grey Well to assoil him of his spirit’s grief, The twilight dangers of a boy’s dim way, His dragons to confront, his mi…