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Page 10 of 1121904 · PDF PAGE 50
… SIR PERCY. Yes — do not ! ANGELA. I shall do so — you dare not move away from me ! I have you ? No ! Ah, Percy, Percy, will you break a heart that only beats for you ? SIR PERCY. You woo so well that I think you must have loved before. ANGELA. Ay ! but not like this. If I have loved it was but to study love, to learn his arts ; to make myself the queen I am, that I might have strength to win you — never before has my heart been touched. Now my arts fail me. I am a poor and simple girl ; and my eyes are aching with the sight of you, and my lips…
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
…re wells wherein I long to drown me! Your hair is like a waterfall above me, A waterfall of sunset! In your bosom I hear the racing of a heart to love me. Your blood is beating like a wind-blown blossom With rapture that you mingle it in mine! Your breath is fresh as foam and keen as wine! Intoxicating glories are your glances! Your bodily beauty grips my soul and dances Its maddening measures in my heart and brain! 44
1913 · PDF PAGE 183
…. The war was weary and ended not, And the news was sparse and vague and sad, " Oh what is the fate of my handsome lad , And what of his heart so wild and hot, And what of his lips so mad ? " “ What of the fate of my lad whose song Was all for love , and for joy of love ; Whose vows in the gold of my hair were wove , As his nesting arms grew sweet and strong , And the starlight swam above ? " Nay , lovely lass , with thy proud gold hair , Nay , lovely lass , so love forlorn , Who standest with thy heart shred - torn , And lean ' st thy gaze on …
1914 · PDF PAGE 5
CHICAGO MAY From A runs this one tale of lust and greed — And yet you think men love you. Love, indeed1 Lie still, lie still, and let my heart run on From hate to—love. I name the one pure word ‘That she blasphemes ; her life's Satyricon Would taint all speech! Yet “love,” obscenely purred From whiskered lips, stillsends my spi To God from all this miry martyrdom. ‘There is a woman, true, fair, wise, and young, Her soul one flame for art and song, her soul Pure as the trilling musick of her tongue, Her heart one flame—for me. The single goal Of…
1911 · PDF PAGE 66
…, save those that he shall set upon his shoulders? Would God that my tongue were torn out by the roots, and my throat cut across, and my heart torn out and given to the vultures, before I say this that I must say: Blessing and Worship to the Prophet of the Lovely Star! And now he is fallen quite to the ground, in a heap, and dust is upon his head; and the throne upon which he sat is shattered into many pieces. And dimly dawning in this unutterable gloom, far, far above, is the face that is the face of a man and of a woman, and upon the brow is …
1904 · PDF PAGE 68
…is no place for tears. Cold adamant disaster Is lord there, and I overlord. So flits-out, like a sword Flashed through a duellist’s live heart, My thought ; in all the abodes of sense, The shrines of love and art, The adytum of omnipotence, I am supreme, through thee, sweet Angela ! For all the beauties of the universe, The glories hidden in the flower’s cup, All, all that wakes the soul to worship, verse, Ripe verse, all wines, all dreams that the soft God lifts up : All these are eidola, Mere phantom will ’o the wisps, thy love the real ! The…
1947 · PDF PAGE 8
…s better than all things : if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all ; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Behold ! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away ; let the good ones be purged by the prophet ! Then shall this knowledge go aright. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man,…
1898 · PDF PAGE 40
360 JEPHTHAH. And through waters that foamed and that wondered There flashes the heart of a rose ; For its petals are beauty and passion, For its stem the foundation of earth, For bloom the incarnadine fashion Of blessings that roar into birth ; And the gates that roll back on their hinges The soul of the sage may discern, Till the water with crimson that tinges Beyond them miraculous burn ; And the presence of God to the senses Is the passion of God in the mind, As the string of a harp that intenses The note that its fire may not find. For her…
1898 · PDF PAGE 71
…this fiend the Love that came when youth rose up Purple with its holy flame, and flower-fair cup, Gave me of his burning wine to fire my heart, Filled me with desires divine toward my art ? Is he then the Love who robs me of my aim, Doubts me if my heart still throbs with that cold flame, Calm and eager purpose yet to reach the goal That high hopes have sternly set before my soul, To know, will, dare for man’s sake if man may, Grasp the secret of the plans that rule the way Of stars and suns, that shape the tiniest blade Of Grass whose frailtie…
1909 · PDF PAGE 223
THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison! An end to the adamant age! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lily-white goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry: With these, and God for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry! I …
1909 · PDF PAGE 223
THE PRIESTESS OF PANORMITA The mage hath wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison! An end to the adamant age! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lily-white goat For the price of a crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry: With these, and God for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry! I …
1912 · PDF PAGE 43
… such a questing there resounds As God had loosed the very Pit, Or as a thirty couple hounds Are in its belly as it bounds! Full sick at heart, I ween, was then The loyal knight, the weak of wit, The butt of lewd and puny men, Sir Palamede the Saracen. 37
1907 · PDF PAGE 222
…ring through the tented Air, his pavilion ! Moon, be eclipsed; be Ay; the pectis clangs me a soulless discord :— Let me break my visible heart a-weeping ! Loving? Drinking? Misery. Singing, sleeping Touch not my sorrow. Orpheus,-turn the sorrow-chord to the bliss- chord ! All may rise the easier that the one set. So our eyes from saddening at the sunset Turn to to-morrow. CALLIOPE. Silence. I hear a voice That biddeth me rejoice. I know the whole wise plan Of Fate regarding Man. THE LESBIAN SHORE. It is the sun’s dark bride Nuith, the azure-eye…
1899 · PDF PAGE 34
…Tortured his palate with extreme desire, And like a Mænad maddened ; equal fire Leapt in his veins ; locked close for love they lie, The hearts dumb word exprest without a sigh In the strong magic of a lovers kiss, And the twin light of love ; but Archais Felt through her blood a sudden chill ; her face Blanched and besought a moments breathing space ; Her hearts desire welled up, and then again Whitened her cheeks with the exceeding pain Of uttermost despair. At last her strength Failed, and she flung her weary body at length Amid the brui…
1907 · PDF PAGE 70
…Sigh not, but utter the intense award Of infinite love ; arise, burn cheek by cheek ! Dart, eyes of glory ; live, O lambent sword O’ the heart’s gold rushing over mount and moor Of sunlit rapture ! rise all runes above, Dissolve thyself into one molten lure, Invisible core of the visible flame of love ; Heart of the sun of rapture, whirling ever ; Strength of the sight of eagles, pierce the foam Of ecstasy’s irremeable river, And race the rhythm of laughter to its home In the heart of the woman, and evoke the light Of love out of the fiery womb…
1903 · PDF PAGE 30
28 Tore me: I heard the tears drop in my heart. I heard the laughter of some utmost God Hid in the middle of matter. That was I, The hideous laugher of the maniac laugh When loathing makes the bed to lust, and twine The limbs of agony about the trunk Of torture—rapture stabbing through—Maurya ! Ay, that was 1; and I the weeping wolf That howls about this hell that is my heart ; And I the icy and intangible That beholds all, and is not. RupuHa. Three in one ! One in three ! Death to the sun ! Glory to thee ! Thou wast there ! Enough ! It will gr…
1909 · PDF PAGE 22
62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body. 63. Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fulness of the inspiration: the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell’s own worm. 64. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail! prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour and rapture! Come in our pas- sionate peace, and write sweet words for the Kings! 65. I am the Master: thou art the …
1910 · PDF PAGE 221
…am the wound and I the steel ; I am the buffet and the ear ; I am the limbs, and I the wheel, Victim and executioner ! The Vampire of my heart am I, Lord of that God-forsaken train That, damned to laugh eternally, Know they can never smile again.
1899 · PDF PAGE 58
360 JEPHTHAH. And through waters that foamed and that wondered There flashes the heart of a rose ; For its petals are beauty and passion, For its stem the foundation of earth, For bloom the incarnadine fashion Of blessings that roar into birth ; And the gates that roll back on their hinges The soul of the sage may discern, Till the water with crimson that tinges Beyond them miraculous burn ; And the presence of God to the senses Is the passion of God in the mind, As the string of a harp that intenses The note that its fire may not find. For her…
1905 · PDF PAGE 73
…its ocean-bathéd tresses, The bright sun broadens over all the earth. The green leaves fall, fall into his caresses, And all the world’s heart leaps, again addresses Its life, and girds it in the golden girth. Then noon full-fashioned lies upon the steep. The large sun sighs and turns his bridle-rein, Thinks of the ocean, turns his heart to sleep, Laughing no longer, not yet prone to weep, Feeling the prelude of the coming pain. The hills and dales are dumb beneath the heat, And all the world lies tranced or mutely dreaming, Save some low sigh …