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…ets of gossamer for thee and me. O take not back thy lips, even to sing ! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! SIR PERCY. I die ! I die ! ANGELA. Thy flower-life is shed Into eternity, A waveless lake.
… To this 8’s better a far best ; Spenserian solemnity Fits this part of my minstrelsy. Now is the breath of winter in the hall. The logs die out — the knight would be alone ! The brave Sir Percival de Percivale Sits like an image hewen out of stone. Ay ! he must die. The doctors all are gone, And he must follow to the dusk abode, The solemn place inscrutable, unknown, Meeting no mortal on that crowded road ; All swift in the one course, ions to the kathode. Sir Percival de Percivale was brave. There doth he sit and little cheer doth get. He dot…
…! SIR PERCY. Love you ? Ah, Christ ! I love you so ! Say you love me, love me ! Say so ! Again ! Again ! Aloud ! I must hear, or I shall die. MOLLY. I love you. Oh, you hurt me, you do indeed.
…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 sulphuric acid. SIR HERPES Z. How so ? SIR GRABSON J. It was her bath-night. SIR HERPES Z. An ! en…
… Stands his pale forehead in an icy sweat ? He mutters in his beard this rune awry : “ There lives no soul undrugged that feareth not to die.” Lo ! were it otherwise, 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 bo…
…nd failed ; of him who fell ; One peering lightwards through a coffin-lid, One aching heavenwards — and achieving hell ! O let me do and die as they ! The wand, The lamp, the sword, come eager to my hand ; — Or, if I wander now upon the moor, An old red-hatted witch will come, for sure, And teach me how the dragon deeds are done, Or truck my spirit to the Evil One ; Or else, — I wot not what. I am drunk with will, Will toward some destiny most high, most holy ! Some of those glories sung with awful skill By the loud brabble of the monster Crowl…