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…ENUS. Ha! My true knight! I ask thee once again, Once more invoke the epithets of love, Suspend my powers—constrain thee on my knees For thine old kisses. See, I am all thine! All thine the splendid body, and the shape Of mighty breasts, and supple limbs, and wide Lips, and slow almond eyes! Adorable, Seductive, sombre, moving amorously, Droop the long eyelids, purple with young blood, The lazy lashes and the flowing mane, The flame of fire from head to feet of me! The subtle fervours, drunken heats and ways, And perfumes maddening from the sou…
1905 · PDF PAGE 36
…ind aspiring gaze With sunlight’s melancholy rays, And closed with iron hand the ways That sunder space, divide the days with fiery fan. Thine was the forehead mild and grave That shone throughout the azure nave Where Monte Rosa’s silence gave The starry organ’s measured sound. Where for an altar stood the bare Mass of Mont Cervin,” towering there; And angels dwelt upon the stair, And all the mountains were aware that stood around. Thine was the passionless divine High hope, and the pure purpose thine, Higher and purer than stars shine, And thi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 224
…! let Lethe roll her sleepy seas Over thy ruined clime. O piteous fallen tyranny of Spain ! What dogs are tearing at thy bowéls yet? Let thine own King,” saith God, resume his reign | Loyal and happy seasons may foryet The ancient scars. Thy moon is on the wane? Thy sun may never set ! And thou, foul oligarchy of the West, Thou, soiled with bribes and stained with treason’s stain, Thou, heart of coin beneath a brazen breast, Rotten republic, prostitute of gain ! Thou, murderer of the bravest and the best That fringed thy southern main !% The do…
1905 · PDF PAGE 22
… the crimson strand of blood-red waters, We, Cypris, not thy daughters, Clad in bright flame, filled with unholy wine, O Cypris, none of thine !-— Here, kissing in the dim red dusk, we linger, Striking with amorous finger Our lyres, whose fierce delights are all divine— O Cypris, none of thine! Quenchless, insatiable, the unholy fire Floods our red lips’ desire ; Our kisses sting, as barren as the brine— O Cypris, none of thine ! Our songs are awful, that the heavens shrink back Into their void of black. We worship at a sad insatiate shrine— © …
1905 · PDF PAGE 212
…ngs out the lordlier cry, Vibrating through the streams that flow In ether to the sky, The moving archipelago, Stars in their seigneury. Thine be the kingdom! Thine the power ! The glory triply thine !° Thine, through Eternity’s swift hour, Eternity, thy shrine— Yea, by the holy lotus-flower, Even mine !4 THE MOUNTAIN CHRIST.? OQ WORLD of moonlight! Visionary vale Of ocean-sleeping mountains! Mighty chasm Within whose wild abyss there chants the pale, The dolorous phantasm Of wrecked white womanhood! The wizard cold Grips the mute valley in his…
1905 · PDF PAGE 243
…ersephone was compelled to spend six months of the year in Hades. And, to forget her, found due somnolence In such a warm brown bosom as thine own 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, Kode 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 th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 93
…d yon bushes, to behold the plot Bud to fulfilment. Then, Leviathan, I am thy master. Mockery of a God That seest this thing prosper—Ha! thine altar ! Let me give thanks, Jehovah ! God That rulest Israel as sheep and slaves, But over me no ruler; thou proud God That marshallest these petty thunder-clouds That blacken over the inane abyss But canst not tame one fierce desire of mine, Nor satiate my hatred, nor destroy This power of mine over thy devil-brood, The hatchment of thine incest, O thou God Who knowest me, me, mortal me, thy master, Thy…
1905 · PDF PAGE 220
…with my distress. The flowers are dull, the stars pale. I am the Soul of Nothingness. I cannot lift the golden veil. O Mother Isis,! let thine cyes Behold my grief, and sympathise ! are I cannot round the perfect wheel, Attain not to the fuller end. In part I love, in part I feel, IKnow, worship, will, and comprehend. O Mother Nephthys,* fill me up Thine own perfection’s deadly cup! My aspiration quails within me ; ‘* My heart is fixed,” in vain I ery ; The little loves and whispers win me :— + 39 ** Eli, lama sabacthani ! 1 Nature: the beginni…
1905 · PDF PAGE 72
…anny, may seek her sire In the pure soul. of Man, her lips may lave In the pure waters of her soul’s desire, Truth: and deep eyes behold thine eyes as deep, Fresh lips kiss thine that kissed her soul from sleep. See Italy, the eagle of all time, Triumphant, from her coffin’s leaden prison, Soar into freedom, seek the heights sublime Of self-reliance, from those depths new- risen, Stirred by the passion of thy mighty rhyme: Eagle, and pheenix: shrill, sharp flames bedizen The burning citadel, where crested Man Leaps sword in hand upon the Vatica…
1905 · PDF PAGE 10
…r drink, still poison; for thy kiss, A serpent’s lips! An agony is this That sweats out venom ; thy clenched hands, thy feet Ooze blood, thine eyes weep bload; thine anguish is More keen than death. At last --there is no deeper vault of hell héneath ! XV. Then thine abasement brineeth back the sheaves Of golden corn of exaltation, Kipencd and sweetened by the very sun ' The conerete expression of the horror of the individual, 2 Morbid imaginations, which ever torment the traveller upon the path of asceticism,
1905 · PDF PAGE 244
…kisses, banish crested love Intangible. Delights it thee, my friend, To reach the summits unattained before, And stumble on their snows? Thine old desire Was just to touch the mere impalpable, To formulate the formless. Otherwise Christ did as well—thine own words turn again ! TANNHAUSER. Ah, if pure love could grow material ! There are pure women ! VENUS. There you make me laugh! Remember—I have known such. But besides You ask hot snow and leaden feather-flights ! TANNHAUSER. And you—you keep me worrying, fair queen, In logic and its meshes, w…
1905 · PDF PAGE 79
…arth was fair! Now, seeing that we aré sinners, wilt not thou Relent thy hateful brow, Bend down on us 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 il…
1905 · PDF PAGE 263
256 TANNHAUSER Beyond the Toils of Time—then formulate In thine own mind, luminous, concentrate, The Lion of the Light, a child that stands On the vast shoulders of the Steed of God: Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up thine hands ! Centre thee in thine heart one scarlet thought Limpid with brilliance of the Light above ! Draw into nought All life, death, hatred, love : All self concentred in the sole desire— Hear thou the Voice of Fire! This hope was Zoroaster’s—this is mine! Not one but many spl…
1905 · PDF PAGE 206
…makes discord when it sings ! So, Mighty Mother! Pure, Eternal Spouse, Isis, thou Star, thou Moon, thou Mightiest, Lead my weak steps to thine Eternal House ! Rest my vain head on thine Eternal Breast ! Spread wide the wings divine Over this shadowy shrine, Where in my heart their hovering lendeth Light ! Bend down the amazing Face Of sorrow and of grace, Share the deep vigil of thine eremite ! So let the sighing breath Draw on the Hour of Death, Whence wakeneth The Spirit of the Dawn, begotten of the night. THE NAME. SACRED, between the serpen…
1905 · PDF PAGE 73
…made mighty: let my voice decree, My spirit lift their standard : clear and true Bid my trump sound, ‘‘ Let all the earth be free!” With thine own strength and melody made strong, And filled with fire and light of thine own song. Only a boy’s wild songs, a boy’s desire, I bring with reverent hands. The task is ended— The twilight draws on me: the sacred fire Sleeps: I have sheathed my sword, my bow unbended : So for one hour I lay aside the lyre, And come, alone, unholpen, unbefriended, As streams get water of the sun-smit sea, Seeking my ocean…
1905 · PDF PAGE 240
…her fold. TANNHAUSER. Why dost Thou hate this vision? VENUS. She would take Thee from these arms ! TANNHAUSER. But she is beautiful With Thine own beauty: yet as if the God Cancelled its mortal comeliness, and came More intimate than maiter, closing in Keen on my spirit ; as if all I sought In Thine own symbol, Beauty, were con- cealed Under her brows—how wider than the air ! How deeper than the sea! How radiant Beyond the fire! VENUS. O shun her devilish lures ! That Beauty is the sole detested fear That can annul our conquests, and arouse Our…
1905 · PDF PAGE 216
…ide, the arms that hold, Even the infinite brain: that spirit seeks A loftier dawn of more ephemeral gold— Ephemeral, and eternal: droop thine head, O God ! for thou must suffer this: I said! Droop thy wide pinions, O thou mortal God ! Sink thy vast forehead, and let Life con- sume The miserable life thy feet have trod Beneath them, that thine own life in its doom Fall, in its resurrection to arise; Stoop, that its holier hope may cleave the skies. Power, power, and power! O single sacrifice On thine own altar: let thy savour steam Up, through …
1905 · PDF PAGE 115
…he snow The scent of violets to and fro Wafts at the hour of dawn. Alone I wait, a figure turned to stone (Or salt for pain). A week ago Thine arms embraced me; now I know Far off they clasp the empty air: Thy lips seek home, and in despair Lament aloud over the frosted moor. Sad am I, sad, albeit sure There is no change of God above And no abatement of our love. For still, though thou be gone, I see In the glad mirror secretly That I am beautiful in thee. Thy love irradiates my eyes, Tints my skin gold ; its melodies Of inusic run over my face…
1905 · PDF PAGE 148
…riest. | Chorus of Priests. Soldiers of Egypt. Syrian Troops. SAFI. WuHy is thy back made stiff, unrighteous priest, Thy knee reluctant? Thine old eyes, grown blind, Stare into silence, and behold no god Longer. Thy forehead knows no reverence Nor sign of worship. Or sits mutiny Blasphemous on thy brows? For in thine eyes I see full knowledge, and some glittering fire Lurks in the rheumy corners ; yea, some fire Malignant, terrible—nay, pitiable, Thou poer fool stricken with senility, How spurred to passion? Yet behold thy god, Horus, lest ange…
1905 · PDF PAGE 223
…atters thy blood-builded tower. Death has thee in his maw. Stand, Russia! peace, Beneath the constant rule, the changing Czar. Thy many, thine inhospitable seas Shall ring thee round, a zodiac to thy star, And Frost, the rampart of thine iron ease, Laugh at the shock of war. Let thy freedom grow in Turn, Italy! The Voice is unto Thee! Return, poor wounded maiden, to thy home ! Thou hast well tried a spurious liberty : Thou art made captive; let thy fancy roam To the great Mother, deeper than the sea, And fairer than the foam. O Gateway of the a…