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… off with set teeth. Molly goes the other way : to her enter a theatre-goer. MOLLY. Won’t you come with me, ducky ? THEATRE-GOER. Not to-night. See you some other night.
…d the waning moon Out of the hollow of Sty Head Pass ! Gable is grander for the gloom. Lingmell is silver ! Ah, the bloom Of the rose of night ; oh, dulcet tune Of the dew falling on the grass ! I am the veritable Queen Of Night : my king is hither bound. A moment and he comes — oh, breast ! Heave if thou wilt ! — such stir is rest. He comes, ah ! steals to me unseen. The trees are high, the shades profound. Together over moor and lake ! Together over scaur and fell !
… spare an old man a kiss ? MOLLY. O my lord ? GLENSTRAE, kissing her. There, there ! Where is your father ? (They go in.) SCENE X Paris. Night. SIR PERCY and ANGELA in bed, the latter asleep. SIR PERCY. O Rose of dawn ! O star of evening ! O glory of the soul of light ! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! How soft she breathes ! How tender Her eyes beam down on me ! How slender
…t 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 ! enamel ! But why did it hurt her ? SIR GRABSON J. (Impressively.) It is the finger of God !
… medicine ! You like it ? SIR PERCY. It is heaven, heaven ! It is called — LADY GLENSTRAE. Morphia. They rest. SCENE XII TWO YEARS LATER Night : The Strand, opposite the Hotel Cecil. A chemist’s shop behind. A grey, old, wizen man staggers into the shop. CHEMIST. This prescription has been made up before, sir. THE MAN. Yes, I want it renewed, quickly, quickly.
WHY JESUS WEPT 9 Attained is the height. Down like a plummet To blackness and night Hope goes. Not here, Not here is Desire, The ease from fear, The ice from fire. Not here — O God ! I would I were dead Under the sod ! My brain is as lead. My thoughts are as smoke. My heart is a fire ; I know not what fuel Is feeding its fury ! In vain I invoke The Lord of Desire ! He is evil and cruel. The spells of Jewry Are poured in his ear In vain : he may hear not. O would I were dumb ! For the pestilent fever That bites my blood Forces like fear These ba…
…rtain ! It is I that ride, Ride in my youth and pride. With a long sword girt to my waist, And a strawberry mare sweet-paced, And a long night with no moon, no star ! I will plunder the traveller from afar ; — Aye ! and find him an ancient sage, Learn all his wisdom, marry his daughter, Become a king and a mage, Lord of Fire, Earth, Air, and Water ! Ho ! my horse, lads ! Away ! To the moor ! Ho ! there’s a fox i’ the hole, that’s sure. Flings swaggering out of the room.
…me she is The rosy incarnation of a kiss, The royal rapture of a young delight, The mazy music of virginity, Sun of the day, moon of the night, All, all to me ! Angela, angel ! Thou hast made me man, And poet over-man ! To thee, To thee I owe transfiguration, peace, The wide dominion of the wan Abyss of air. I can look out and see Beyond the stars, black seas Wherein no star may swim, Thence, far beyond the vast revolving spheres
…vel. I AGÉD SISTER, sotto voce. Yes ! it’s all so blesséd and romantic, my dear, thank the Lord ! They were both brought to Jesus on one night, Ascen- sion Day, as the poor PaganI bodies call it, through the minis- tration of Mr. Hogwash, the Baptist minister at Brixton (Mr. Chesterton executes the cake-walk), who they say is a good man, and very much blessed of the dear Lord, my dear, in his ministrations, though of course he has not been brought out of sect2 as yet. II AGÉD SISTER, do. Dear ! Dear ! Very sad ! Perhaps the dear Lord will open …