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…the Doges doctors barge Outside the gates. GIUSEPPE. Whose gates ? MARCO. [Pointing off R., to canal.] Why there she goes, as large As life, and twice as natural !
… to his office and slaves under a more cruel taskmaster than the meanest of the workmen in his pay; he decides to retire, and finds that life is empty. The end has been swallowed up in the means. Only those are happy who have desired the unattainable. All possessions, the material and the spiritual alike, are but dust. Love, sorrow, and compassion are three sisters who, if they seem freed from this curse, are only so because of their relation to The Unsatisfied. Beauty is itself so unattainable that it escapes altogether; and the true artist, l…
… worlds, And one shall pluck thee forth ; and Love and Death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the new-blushing roses. O Rose! my Rose o’ the World, my Rose of Roses, Thou shalt be born anew, and live for ever! XVIII THE YELLOW SQUARE DeatH! Death! In the cool green colonnades of time I pursue thee; thou art fled before me now In the silence. By the secret door I wait For a sign of thee; but thou art fled before me 179
… worlds, And one shall pluck thee forth ; and Love and Death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the new-blushing roses. O Rose! my Rose o’ the World, my Rose of Roses, Thou shalt be born anew, and live for ever! XVIII THE YELLOW SQUARE DeatH! Death! In the cool green colonnades of time I pursue thee; thou art fled before me now In the silence. By the secret door I wait For a sign of thee; but thou art fled before me 179
…r those of few words, which are often the principal parts in those fairy dramas whose object is to represent symbolically the mystery of life. He came upon the scenes lightly and perfectly at his ease; a fact which tended to confirm in the mind of the public the idea of grace and pardon. When one says of a comedian, There is a good comedian, one employs a formula which implies that beneath the person represented the comedian may still be found; that is to say, there is art, effort, will. Now, if a comedian succeeded in being, relatively to th…
…y gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor fear to drain the bowl. And some old devil, dead no doubt and damned, But living in her life, had wisely crammed Her fierce bronze throat with such a foul device As made her belly yearn for sacrifice, She leered like love on me, and smiled, and shammed, And did not pity for all her breast of spice. They thrust me in her hateful jaws, and I Even then resisted not, so fain to die Was my desire, so weary of the fight With my own love, so willing to be quite Sure of my strength by death; and eagerly …
…ressed One stalwart. “ Ah ! the quest,” he cried, “ the quest.” God’s heart ! the antics, as they toil and shove ! One grabs a coin, one life, another love. All shriek, “ The prize is mine ! ” as men possessed. I was not fooled at anything thereof. Rather I hated them, and scorned for slaves ; “ Fools ! all your treasure is at last the grave’s ! ” Mine eyes had fixed them on the sphinx, the sky. “ Is then this quest of immortality ? ” And echo answered from some unseen caves : Mortality ! I shrink, and wonder why. Strange I am nothing tainted w…
…acrifice At our own consecrated shrine of vice. Il Over the desert ocean of distress Wereach pale eager hands that quiver and bleed With life of these our hearts that surge and stress In agony of the meditated deed. For in the little coppice by the gate Wherein I drew you shy and sly, and kissed Yourlips, your hushed “TI love you” smooth and straight Sweeping to wrap us in the glittering mist Of hell that holds us — even there I heard The lacerating laugh of fate ring out, The dog-faced god pronounce the mantic word, And saw the avengers gather…
…o bring her naked body shining, shining With flowers of heaven or flames of Phlegethon Into his hermit cell, her love entwining Into his life with spells that murmur on Black words! For one thing be you sure the same My wine is as the music of your name! Marden. Believe me, mystic maiden 0’ mine, That title shall assure the throne of heaven To you — the more so that your love divine That maidenhood to me hath freely given? Nor have I touched the ark with hands unholy, Nor with unsaintly kisses soiled the shrine: Nepenthe, amaranth, vervain, myr…
… it is, my maiden, we have had Of Tears that he may mingle yours and mine, Already more than our fair share of pleasure. Water therewith Life’s unresponsive sod, The good god Dionysus ivy-clad And raise therefrom some sickly growth of vine Hath poured us out a draught of brimming measure. Whose grape shall yield a bitter draught of woe Let us then rather give the lustiest praise Fit for the assuaging of a deadlier thirst Our throats can sound than pray for further favour; Than Attis knew or Abelard: even so Even though our sorrow, eating up our…
…table place, Before their face, Weary and pass and are no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray?
…table place, Before their face, Weary and pass and are no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray?
…word ! [She does so. So, sweet, while faintest fear can threat my troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fret to have her life. Be reassured. MAGDALENA. Death sits, your vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-night ! [He steps from the gondola. MAGDALENA. God and his angels watch above you. MORTADELLO. At the light You may expect my news. MAGDALENA. Strike swift and sure and subtle ! Snap the pale thread, my weddi…
…nro . Of full strong blood in subtlety and strife , Hate the stark , plain , and unadventurous day ; But in mysterious darkness there is life . Look deep into my eyes , and thou shalt see Not theory , creed or law , but self-belief ; Not God or Jesus , but Reality ; Not poverty or riches , but - a thief. Aye, do not start ! Not one among you all Has my heroic courage ; for although You have the instincts of the criminal , You lack the resolution to be so. Search , hypocrites , your hearts, and sound them true : I rid the rich of superfluities ;…
… of the absolute. Intelligence exists in being. Intelligence animates and modifies matter.” “Intelligence is everywhere,” says faith ; “ Life is nowhere fatal because it is ruled. This rule is the expression of supreme Wisdom. The absolute in intelligence, the supreme regulator of forms, the living ideal of spirits, is God.” “In its identity with the ideal, being is truth,” says science. “In its identity with the ideal, truth is God,” replies faith. “Tn its identity with my demonstrations, being is reality,” says science. “In its identity with …
… of the absolute. Intelligence exists in being. Intelligence animates and modifies matter.” “Intelligence is everywhere,” says faith ; “ Life is nowhere fatal because it is ruled. This rule is the expression of supreme Wisdom. The absolute in intelligence, the supreme regulator of forms, the living ideal of spirits, is God.” “In its identity with the ideal, being is truth,” says science. “In its identity with the ideal, truth is God,” replies faith. “Tn its identity with my demonstrations, being is reality,” says science. “In its identity with …
…At our light bidding. Surely, surely, there We might float ever to the sea, and spare The dainty plumage of that perfect place. O God! O Life! O Death, thou would’st not wear Such evil mask upon thy golden face— O Mary, pity me of thine abounding grace. Those days are dead, and hope no newer birth. I Jeft thy shores, blue stream, at His com- mand Who reared the mountains from the shaken earth ; Who holds the lightning in His holy hand, And binds the stars in adamantine band, And yearns towards the children of His mind. I left their summer and t…
…oul was hating me. He bade me draw. I silently obeyed. My eye shirked his as blade encountered blade. I was determined he should take my life. “ Went your glance back—encountering my wife ? ” “ Taunt me ! ” I cried ; “ I will not be afraid ! ” My whole soul weary of the coward strife. He seemed to see no opening I gave, But hated me the more. Serene and suave, He fenced with deep contempt. I stumble, slip, Guard wide—and only move his upper lip. “ You know I will not strike, Sir pure and brave ! Fight me your best—or I shall find a whip ! ” Tha…
Breaks the frail. temple-doors of love asunder, And wakes the new life’s promise in pale wonder, Shattering the moulded glass, the shape Selenian. Fruits of the earth, our low song joins the crowd. We need not (to be heard) to thunder loud. Our hearts are lifted up, our heads with love low bowed. The tenderest light, the deepest hidden, is shed Up through dark earth—your home, O happy dead !— Crusted in darkness lie the secret lights. Formed in the agony of earth as tears, Clothed in the crystal mirror of the years, We dwell, sweet-hearted nun-…
…— Bah! To you and me Such loathing, such despair are little things. We are afloat on the flood-tide of lust — A lust more spiritual than life, that stings Till death and hell dissolve i’ the aftergust. So? But the Gods avert their faces, bend Their holy brows, and see — no-happy end.