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TANNHAUSER 234 The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls, And falls! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon’s! , Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, 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 …
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…clarion one note silver-high. It was too sweet for music, and I weave In vain the tattered woof of memory. Ashes and dust ! Cold cinders dead ! Our swords are rust ; Our lives are fled Like dew on glass. In vain we lust ; Our hopes are sped, Alas ! alas! From heaven we are thrust, we have no more trust. Alas ! Gold hairs and gray ! Red lips and white! Warm hearts, cold clay ! Bright day, dim night ! Our spirits pass Like the hours away. We have no light, Alas! alas! We have no more day, we are fain to say Alas ! In Love’s a cure For Fortune’s h…
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…akes all being God. SAFI (disguzsed in the mask of a tort). I lift the censer. From the vast hall of death ! cries Hail, immortal queen, Dead Horus Towards the dawn, Bid me awake, O mother ! O mother ! from the darkness of the tomb, That live Osiris may cry back to thee, O spouse ! O sister! from the halls of life, The profound lake, the immeasurable depth, The sea of the three Loves!, O mother, mother ! Isis, the voice that even Amenti hears, Speak, that I rise from chaos, from the world Of shapeless and illusionary forms, Of dead men’s husks,…
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…l and half blithe. But there’s another, when the body dieth -- Hast thou no knowledge what the carcase saith ? I watched all night by my dead Jover’s bed. I saw the spirit; heard the motionless Lips part in uttering a supreme caress : **T care not or for life or death ;”* they said, ‘Only for love.’ ‘* What difference ?” said I, ‘¢Dead or alive, I love thee utterly.” THE PESSIMIST’S PROGRESS.! MORTAL distrust of mortal happiness Is born of madness and of impotence ; A miserable and distorted sense, Defiant in its hatred of success. Even where l…
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…aped its secrecies Into one holy terrible word, Higher than all words spoken ; for He said : ‘‘ Death is made change, and only change is dead.” For the most holy spirit of a man Burns through the limit of the wheels that ran Through all the unrelenting skies When Icarus died, And leaps, the flight of wise omnipotent eyes, When Deedalus espied An holy habitation for the shrine Solitary, ’mid the night of broken brine VOL, I. | Dead. That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore.! So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric …
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…E OF THE HOLY GHOST Ye airs, ye veils; ye bucklers of the Snake ! I knew the decpest cells, Where the foul spirit dwells ; Called to the dead, the drowsed, arise! awake ! Their dark profoundest thought Was less than She I sought, It was as nought ! I drew my soul, I dived beneath the burning lake. Thrice, in the vault of Hell, my Word was born, Abortive, in the empty wilderness. False echoes, made malicious, turn to scorn The awful accents, the Supreme address. The Fourth, the final word ! All chaos shrank and heard The terror that vibrated in …
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…ght waits dawn of wisdom: spring ! winter seeks the The RATOUM. ‘The music of all stars arisen; the breath Of God upon the valley of the dead ! CHORUS. The silence of the awaiting soul asleep ! RATOUM. The murmur of the fountain of my life! CHORUS. The whole dead universe awaits the Word. RATOUM. Now is the hour of life ; my voice leaps up In the dim halls of death, and kindling flame Roars like the tempest through forgetfulness. This is my son, whose father is my son, From my own womb complete and absolute, And in this strong perfection of mys…
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…F THE PROFANE 169 Warm wealth of draperies, the broidered room, And delicate tissues of pale silk that shine About her bed: all kiss the dead girl’s face With shadowy reltuctances that gloom Over and under, and the cold divine Presence of Death bedews the quiet place. She was so gracious ; she was grace. Once, in the long insidious hours that steal Through summer’s pleasant kingdom, she would weave Such songs, such murmurs of the dusky breeze That passed, like silken tapestries that feel The silkier cheeks of maidens as they cleave Tender to pa…
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THE POEM 63 VAUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESME. Ah! it comes back. He is dead. Oh, God! Oh, God! And we were to have been married a month to-day. VAUGHAN. And he left the poem and could not finish it. . finished—it is finished ! EsME [potnting to scattered papers on a table}. What have you been doing with those papers, father? VAUGHAN [astonished]. They are not mine, child. I did not see them till you showed me. [7Zaking papers.] Why, they are in your handwriting; what arethey? [Reading, cradually becomes aware that something strange h…
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…s a forehead full of peace, Bidding thine anger tease, Speaking sweet words most comfortable. O lose The bitter memory of the wrong long dead ! © be the lord and prince we gladly choose And crown the mercy of thy royal head ! Be thou the chief, and rule upon thy kin, And be not wroth for sin. lor surely in the dusty days and years There is a little river flowing still That brings forgetfulness of woes and fears And drinks up all the memory of ill. Wherefore our tribute to thy feet we bring ; Conguer our foes, and reign our king! JEPHTHAH. Ye ha…
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…hed, undigni- fied ! The chase was long—if he could see himself! Wind, wind the mort! What call will answer me When I step forward? Am I dead, I wonder, Or merely on my hare-brain quest? ‘Three years Since I was seen in Germany ! (He descends the hill and enters the CoM pany. Hail, friends ! Good cousin Landgrave, merry be the meet! LANDGRAVE. Hands off me, fellow! Who are you? TANNHAUSER. My lord, Your cousin. Is my face so changed with care, My body shrunken with my suffering (That was not ever of the body) so? WOLFRAM. I know you, my old fri…
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…er melodies than steel That flashes in the fight : the peal Of amorous laughters choking sense, And madness kissing violence, Rings like dead horsemen ; bodies reel Drunken with motion ; spirits feel The strange constraint of gods that dip From Heaven to mingle lip and lip. The gods descend to dance ; the noise Of hungry kissings, as a swoon, Faints for excess of its own joys, And mystic beams assail the moon, With flames of their infernal noon ; While the smooth incense, without breath, Spreads like some scented flower of death, Over the grove…
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… THE HOLY GHOST Cling to the white and bloody feet that hang, And drink the purple of a God’s pure side; With your wild hair assuage His deadliest pang, And on His broken bosom still abide His virginal white bride. So, in the dawn of skies unseen above, Your passion’s fiercest flakes shall catch new gold, The sun of an inmeasurable love More beautiful shall touch the chaos cold Of earth that is grown old. Then, shameful sisterhood of earth’s disdain, Your lips shall speak your hearts, and understand ; Your lovers shall assuage the amorous pain …
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…, so keen, Swoons, while the moon-rays lean To fan their silver ship. No sleep, but precious kisses In those pale wildernesses, Mark the dead hours of night, No sleep so sweet as this is, Whose pulse of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. MORS JANUA AMORIS. ‘* None but the dead can know the worth of love."—KELLY. IN the night my passion fancies That an incense vapour whirls, That a cloud of perfume trances With its dreamy vap…
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…at new - CEdipus? You riddle, Cora, and it breaks my heart. [He seks exhausted. (Rallying.) By God, I swear to you no lie shall keep Its Dead Sea bar against our marrying. CORA. The truth! Thetruth! The truth! Iam indeed That whoreI told you. That makes nothing here. I am the mother of thy bastard birth! Uuric (the conventional critictsm ts nearest the surface.) Stop! stop! I did not hear you. O my God! What agony is this? What have I done To earn this infamy? Or rather, Thou, What have I not done? Have Thou pity yet ; . Sustain me in this vile…
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… his curséd craft. The arrow takes The straight swift road—-Ah God !—to her who sleeps, To her bright bosom as at peace she lies. She is dead quickly, and the ocean keeps The secret of my sorrow from her eyes. I will not weep; I cannot weep; I turn And watch the sail fill with the wind that sighs A little for pure pity—I discern The cowards shake with fear; the vessel springs Light to the breezes, as the golden erne That seeks a prey on its impetuous wings : The reef is past; I crash upon the foe, And all the fury of my weapon rings On armour t…
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…The battle rages: even now the shock Of hostile spears makes the loud earth re- sound, The wide sky tremble. AMENHATEP. Here lies Ilorus dead, There Isis slain. We have no leader left. MESSENGER. The fight is doubtful. We may conquer still. AMENHATEP. By this shed blood and desecrated shrine And horrible hour of madness, may it be That all the evil fortune of the land, Created of these dead iniquities, Burn its foul flame out. Are ye not appeased, Even ye, O Powers of Evil, at this shame And sacrilege? And ye, Great Powers of Good, Hath not eno…
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…rom out the stricken side. The incense fumes, the chant is low, Perfume around is shed ; I am as one of Them who know The secrets of the dead : The sorrows that walk to and fro, The love that hides his head. O living Head ! whose thorns are keen To bruise and pierce and slay ; O Christ ! whose eyes have always been Fixed fast upon the way, Where dim Jerusalem was seen A city cold and grey ! BY THE CAM 53 The flowers of fire that grow beneath And blossom on the Tree Are fed from his despair and death Who sings of land and sea, And all those moun…
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THE HOLY PLACE 203 The first face spake and said: ‘“Welcome, O King, art thou! Await thy throne a thousand dead ; A crown awaits thy brow, A seven-sting scorpion; for thy rod thou hast a bauble now.” The next face spake and said: ‘“* Welcome, O Priest, to me! Red blood shall dye thee robes of red, Hell’s cries thy litany | Thy mitre sits, divided strength, to end thy church and thee !” The third face spake and said: ** Welcome, O Man, to Death! Thy little span of life is sped, Sighed out thy little breath. The worm that never dies is thine; the…
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…her ! Little matter ! as a loom She has woven love around me, As with burning silver bound me, Held me to her scented skin For an age of deadly sin! So I fasten to me tighter Fetters on her limbs that fret ; So my kisses kindle brighter, Fiercer, flames of Hell, and set Single, silent, as a mitre Blasphemous, a crown of jet On our foreheads, paler, whiter Than the snowiest violet. So I forge the chains of fire Round our single-souled desire. Heaven and Hell we reck not of, Being infinite in love. Come, my demon-spouse, to fashion The fantastic …