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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. In Love’s a cure For Fortune’s hate ; In Love ’s a lure Shall laugh at Fate; We have tolled Death’s knell ; All streams are pure; We are new-create; All’s well, all’s well! We have God to endure, we are very sure All ’s well! In such wise rang the challenge unto Death With clear high eloquence and happy breath, So did a brave sad heart grow glad again 155 And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith. When I am dead, remember me for this That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss; Laughed with the Stoic at the dream of pai…
1905 · PDF PAGE 28
…clang of swords in battle; As the low of home-driven cattle; As the wail of mothers children-losing; As the clamorous cries of darkening death ; As the joy-gasp of love’s chosen choosing; As the babe’s first voluntary breath ; As the storm and tempest fallen at even; As the crack and hissing of the levin; As the soft sough of tree-boughs wind-shaken ; As the fearful cry of souls in hell, When past death and blinder life they waken, Seeing Styx before their vision swell, 29
1905 · PDF PAGE 145
…bout its cage ; The stars are shaken in the rage Of—who but Zeus? Before our gaze, (My love’s in shuddering amaze, Of birth deceived and death forlorn, And mine in anger, ay! and scorn !) He stood—the mighty One! So earth And heaven proclaimed that fearful birth: So they grew silent lest he curse. Dead silence hushed the universe; And then in clear calm tones he spoke: “Fools! who have meddled, and awoke The inmost forces of the world! One lightning from my hand had hurled Both to annihilation’s brink. What foolish goddess bade ye think Ye thus…
1913 · PDF PAGE 344
…cross that He might give us life. All who accept His aid to guide and to sustain By His example may to God like Him attain. He rose from death to reign throughout the ages’ dance ; He is the sun that melts the clouds of ignorance. His precepts, better known and mightier soon to be, Shall judge the quick and dead for all eternity. I do believe in God’s most Holy Spirit, whose fire The heart and mind of saints and prophets did inspire. He is a Breath of life and of fecundity, Proceeding both from God and from humanity. I do believe in one most ho…
1913 · PDF PAGE 344
…cross that He might give us life. All who accept His aid to guide and to sustain By His example may to God like Him attain. He rose from death to reign throughout the ages’ dance ; He is the sun that melts the clouds of ignorance. His precepts, better known and mightier soon to be, Shall judge the quick and dead for all eternity. I do believe in God’s most Holy Spirit, whose fire The heart and mind of saints and prophets did inspire. He is a Breath of life and of fecundity, Proceeding both from God and from humanity. I do believe in one most ho…
1898 · PDF PAGE 27
…ow me Through slippery ways of blood to Ephraim To beat with sturdy swords unwearying Our foemen to their Ammon, and to grapple With red death clutching at the throat of us, With famine and with pestilence, at last To reach a barren vengeance, and perchance An hundred of your thousands to return Victors—so best God speed us—and for worst Death round our cities horrible and vast, And rape and murder mocking at our ghosts ? A SOLDIER. Better they taunt our ghosts than us for cowards! Live through or die, I will have my sword speak plain
1913 · PDF PAGE 540
… The most fatal enemy of our souls is idleness. Inertia intoxicates us and sends us to sleep; but the sleep of inertia is corruption and death. The faculties of the human soul are like the waves of the ocean. To keep them sweet, they need the salt and bitterness of tears: they need the whirlwinds of Heaven : they need to be shaken by the storm. When, instead of marching upon the path of progress, we wish to have ourselves carried, we are sleeping in the arms of death. It is to us that it is spoken, as to the paralytic man in the Gospel, ‘Take u…
1913 · PDF PAGE 540
… The most fatal enemy of our souls is idleness. Inertia intoxicates us and sends us to sleep; but the sleep of inertia is corruption and death. The faculties of the human soul are like the waves of the ocean. To keep them sweet, they need the salt and bitterness of tears: they need the whirlwinds of Heaven : they need to be shaken by the storm. When, instead of marching upon the path of progress, we wish to have ourselves carried, we are sleeping in the arms of death. It is to us that it is spoken, as to the paralytic man in the Gospel, ‘Take u…
1905 · PDF PAGE 156
…se of the wind of the winter; the sound Of the wings of the charioted night ; The song of the sons of the seas profound ; The thundet of death; the might Of the eloquent silence of black ight ! RATOUM. The noise of many planets fallen far ! CHORUS. Death listens for the voice of life; mght 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…
1902 · PDF PAGE 29
… ! I am hurled Far through the vaporous confines of the world With agony of sundering sense, beholding Thy mighty flower, blood-coloured death, unfolding ! Lithe limbs and supple shoulders and lips curled, Curled out to draw me to their monstrous world ! Warm breasts that glow with light ephemeral And move with passionate music to enthrall, To charm, to enchant, to seal the entrancing breath. I fall ! Stop ! Spare me !—Slay me ! [ Tannhduser enters into an ecstasy. This is death. [ The evil and averse Hathoor, or Vemcs, who hath arisen in the p…
1902 · PDF PAGE 31
Hide thee, sweet river ; welcome to the sea, Ocean of love that shall encompass thee ! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me— To me ! \Tannh'duser perceives that he is in the palace of a Great Qtieen. Rise, rise, my knight ! My king ! My love, arise ! See the grave avenues of Paradise, The dewy larches bending at my breath, Portentous cedars prophesying death ! See the long vistas and the dancing sea, The measured motion of fecundity ! Bright winds set swaying the soft-sounding flowers (Here flowers have music) in my woven bo…
1910 · PDF PAGE 463
…ds and fruitless flowers, He grows so maudlin in his love That even the knaves of his own house Mock at him in their merry hours. “God’s death!” raged Palamede, not wroth But irritated, “laugh ye so? Am I a jape for scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the Questing Beast I chase, The Questing Beast I love? ’Od’s wounds!” Then sudden from the slave there brake A cachinnation scant of grace, As if a thirty couple hounds Were in his belly! Knight, awake…
1910 · PDF PAGE 463
…ds and fruitless flowers, He grows so maudlin in his love That even the knaves of his own house Mock at him in their merry hours. “God’s death!” raged Palamede, not wroth But irritated, “laugh ye so? Am I a jape for scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the Questing Beast I chase, The Questing Beast I love? ’Od’s wounds!” Then sudden from the slave there brake A cachinnation scant of grace, As if a thirty couple hounds Were in his belly! Knight, awake…
1910 · PDF PAGE 100
…nse of the swoon ! O my lily in pagan splendour That throbs in the heart of the moon ! Ever the soul of me saith Let me sink back into death ! . . . Hush me the heart of our breath !
1907 · PDF PAGE 160
154 ORPHEUS Death is not at all! ’Tis a mask or a dream! The things that befall Only slumber or seem ! They fear; they appal— They are not as ye deem ! Death died when I dipped my lyre in the sweet Heliconian stream ! Give praise to your lord, All souls that draw breath, All flowers of the sward ! For the song of me saith: ‘¢ Sound the loud chord ! Let love be a wreath ! Death is not for ye any more, for I am the Master of Death!” PARABASIS.! As I sit in the sound Of the wash of the surf, On the long low ground, The trees and the turf; In front…
1899 · PDF PAGE 45
…ow me Through slippery ways of blood to Ephraim To beat with sturdy swords unwearying Our foemen to their Ammon, and to grapple With red death clutching at the throat of us, With famine and with pestilence, at last To reach a barren vengeance, and perchance An hundred of your thousands to return Victors—so best God speed us—and for worst Death round our cities horrible and vast, And rape and murder mocking at our ghosts ? A SOLDIER. Better they taunt our ghosts than us for cowards! Live through or die, I will have my sword speak plain
1899 · PDF PAGE 58
…he Gold of Your Forehead ! And bring me with you to the swarthy south ! And bury me in your desires bed ! Mine you shall be in life, in death, in dream, Mine in the years that are, and those that seem ; One with my essence, as your lips absorb My breath, and make it breezes for your bed, And all my body, to fill full the orb Of golden splendour of your royal head. King of my life and crown of my desire, King of all death when lifes last lips expire ; Mine, in the straitest wedlock rightly wed, Till God be pleased to kindle us a pyre.
1910 · PDF PAGE 6
…isgust Changes her drunken lust Into a shriek of hate—half conscious still (Beneath the obsession of the will) Of all she was—before her death, her death ! So hell boils over in her, and she rages —It seems through countless ages— With all the vile abuse That had degraded Glasgow’s grimiest stews, With all the knowledge of despair Striking me cunningly, striking everywhere, Mutilating the corpse of my dead love With such a savagery, Intensity above
1898 · PDF PAGE 5
SCENES. .I. THE ANGEL OF PITY. II. THE ANGEL OF LOVE. IItl. THE ANGEL OF DEATH. , IV. THE FORM OF THE FOURTH WAS LIKE THE SON OF GOD. PERSONS. PERCY BRANDON (a Poet). EsME VAUGHAN. Mr. VAUGHAN (her Father). MR. BRANDON (Father of Percy). A FRIEND TO VAUGHAN. Butler, Footmen, etc., etc.
1905 · PDF PAGE 181
… eyes ! now. with ‘‘ Beast! I gave you my soul and my body to.all your lust ! feast ! I am damned in Ilell for the kisses we sucked from death ! Now remorse is yours, and love is fallen in dust-— I shal] seek Him again for its sacramental breath ! Yes, fear the gold that glitters from these eyes !” She took a dagger, and I could not stir. She pierced my silent fascinated breast. She held me with the deadly look of her. I cried to Mary in the House of Rest : ‘‘Q Madonna of the Virgin eyes!” * * * I pierced him to the very soul: I took His whole …