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LEGEND OF THE DEATH
OF ANTAR,
ALSO
ALSO
BY
LONDON:
DAVID BOGUE, 3, St. Martin's Place, W.C.
1881.
A- 1 0:1^4-^
EDMUND CHRISTY.
" Take thy wings
And haste thee where the grey-eyed morne perfumes
Her rosie chariot with Sabaean spices ;
Chorus.
ANTAR.
PART I.
CHORUS I.
B
; :; ! !
LEGEND OF THE
DEATH OF ANTAR.
CHORUS II.
For twain Loves true are divine, and more than married
are they
her hand :
that we sing
plain :
LEGEND OF THE
man's dream
Even so are the flowering boughs set adrift on the
passionate stream.
be Strong
And allied unto Beauty by Love, They make Life like
unto Song
First Group.
of our art ?
DEATH OF ANTAR.
Second Group.
Should feeling bow down to Thought ?
First Group.
peerless bride
\A shrieking as of wild-birds.
Second Group.
encrossing of spears
midway flight.
! ! — — !
LEGEND OF THE
god-like bird
First Group.
Alas ! what dire new thing is so nearly foreshadowed
to-day .''
! ! —
DEATH OF ANTAR.
Second Group.
Perchance 'tis an Augur himself, being led by a stranger
this way
[Wezar, led by Nedim, emerges slowly from the
WEZAR.
The fitful notes of little forest-birds
NEDIM.
For we are come
Unto the glimmering verge of this vast wood.
LEGEND OF THE
WEZAR.
What stays their song ?
NEDIM.
Seeing thy sudden form emerging hence,
WEZAR.
Was it a strain of merriment or praise .''
NEDIM.
Master, they'd not sing, though a king should bid
WEZAR.
Give them gold
DEATH OF ANTAR.
NEDIM.
Nay, your own eyes, good master (had you them).
Would chide the thought of that.
WEZAR.
Can such be found ?-
{To Nedim.
Who is yon man that comes from dreadful shades
Of immemorial forest, like some fiend
LEGEND OF THE
WEZAR.
In sooth, this I will speak,
CHORUS.
We grudge no man a hero, or his praise
music of cymbals.
Slayer of heroes
Lion undaunted !
Autumn,
! ! ! ! —— —:; ; :
DEATH OF ANTAR.
Freer of women
All his armour is dyed as the flower of Judas
All the sand is aglow as with crimson blossoms ;
Lily of women
Pleasant her lips to kiss, like the rain-lit roses
A SINGLE VOICE.
LEGEND OF THE
CHORUS.
Thou fool ! A tree may bear well short of an axe !
NEDIM.
Master, they shift them in such nimble-wise,
WEZAR.
Silence, sick fool ! Thy noise unwhets my ear
NEDIM.
O stay your hand !
! ! ! ! ! !
DEATH OF ANTAR. 13
WEZAR.
Fury deprive their souls ! That cursed name
CHORUS {remotely).
NEDIM (beseechfully).
Good sir
WEZAR.
Hell's devils aid them ! Nay, in Hell's despite,
NEDIM.
14 LEGEND OF THE
WEZAR.
Cursed sage
Thou hast too much of pity in thy soul
NEDIM.
Nay, then, God help thee !
DEATH OF ANTAR. 15
NEDIM.
For feeble is the aid within themselves
WEZAR.
Hide thy banterings
Is my breast hairless ? Tell me — for thou knowest
1 LEGEND OF THE
NEDIM.
It is most false.
WEZAR.
Thou would'st be bribed ! It shall not be withheld.
NEDIM.
Good master, good brave master, speak not so
Dost deem this heart loves more thy gold than thee .•'
WEZAR.
Nedim, my sight is too far quenched to see
NEDIM.
But dost thou trust to slaying Antar there .''
WEZAR.
Point me this loathly tyrant in his lair
—
DEATH OF ANTAR. 17
NEDIM.
That we shall do —may be the last we do !
WEZAR.
Then do it well : 'tis best done that's done true.
C
8 : — !
1 LEGEND OF THE
WEZAR.
God's night ! I hear those demons yelping still
PART II.
NEDIM.
Master ! our toil is finished. We are come
Unto an apen place anear the stream ;
LEGEND OF THE
WEZAR.
What sound is that }
NEDIM.
Lo ! yonder is a tent most fair of all,
WEZAR.
Nedim, what thou seest
the camp.
Ill fortune be
LEGEND OF THE
come
Natheless thy blood may make him purge thy sin
For shed life felt is sootheless agony,
Give me to drink !
—my rage is choking me !
DEATH OF ANTAR. 23
NEDIM.
Master, I will. The quiver here is full,
[^Going aside.
WEZAR.
Come on, mad boy.
24 LEGEND OF THE
I.
II.
III.
DEATH OF ANTAR. 25
IV.
V.
26 LEGEND OF THE
PART III.
ABLA.
ANTAR.
The inspiration of great song is sad,
ADLA.
DEATH OF ANTAR. 27
ANTAR.
Abla, my soul, and when did I not love .'
ABLA.
And dost thou recollect a little song
Laid by Love's fingers down amid the flowers
That sparkled round my tent at Jelilel 1 —
ANTAR.
Yea, love ;
yet cannot I call back the lines :
LEGEND OF THE
ABLA.
SONG.
I.
II.
DEATH OF ANTAR. 29
III.
ANTAR {rising).
chance,
ABLA {entreatingly).
ANTAR.
Nay, Love, but let me go forth ; nor for Love's sake
\Softlier to her.
ABLA.
ANTAR.
O most dear Love,
You do persuade me while you most restrain.
" ——
DEATH OF ANTAR. 31
!
I shall be back ere thou canst say, " He's gone
ABLA.
And is he gone, —and Abla could not stay him ?
\She listens.
ABLA.
Why ! he speaks
LEGEND OF THE
JERIR.
ABLA.
Ah why ! speaks he thus }
ANTAR.
Abla, art thou here .'
ABLA.
ANTAR.
Some subtle reptile sneaking in yon reeds
D
; ; ; :
34 LEGEND OF THE
JERIR.
to his tent.
Scene II.
DEATH OF ANTAR. 35
AMRU.
An 'twere thy life
ANTAR.
What fortune guided thee, O valiant one }
JERIR.
36 LEGEND OF THE
ABLA.
Alas ! why doth he start so ?
ANTAR.
O, Abla, sweet ! O heaven forgive my soul
\Restraining himself.
ABLA.
My dearest Lord, why speak you to me so .''
DEATH OF ANTAR. 37
ANTAR.
Abla, O my dove,
ABLA.
Is that the same .'
ANTAR.
Thrice at my feet he crouched down in the dust.
38 LEGEND OF THE
stroyed.
DEATH OF ANTAR. 39
ABLA.
But who, sweet Lord, puts Hope thus far from You ?
ANTAR.
40 LEGEND OF THE
A maiden's love-song !
— Aye it is as white
******
;
DEATH OF ANTAR. 41
Dark too are all thy Days : for thy sun is fallen !
42 LEGEND OF THE
Nobler in counsel
Open my senses,
sweetly, hovering o'er
Heart-stricken Abla ?
; —
DEATH OF ANTAR. 43
PART IV.
44 LEGEND OF THE
DEATH OF ANTAR. 45
46 LEGEND OF THE
DEATH OF ANTAR. 47
LEGEND OF THE
DEATH OF ANTAR. 49
PART V.
E
—— — — !
50 LEGEND OF THE
DEATH OF ANTAR. Si
52 LEGEND OF THE
DEATH OF ANTAR. 53
54 LEGEND OF THE
PART VI.
DEATH OF ANTAR. S5
56 LEGEND OF THE
DEATH OF ANTAR. 57
shape
His raven locks, all dewy in the breeze :
Saying :
" All honour. Hero, be to Thee
Living, the best protector of the wronged ;
THE END.
LYRICAL POEMS, SONGS, AND
SONNETS.
: —— ;
A FRAGMENT,
BEING A DREAM OF THE BIRTH OF SONG.
62 LYRICAL POEMS,
64 LYRICAL POEMS,
I.
II.
III.
66 LYRICAL POEMS,
68 LYRICAL POEMS,
70 LYRICAL POEMS,
Malaga Malaga
!
Beautiful! lofty!
Dragging to bondage.
Malaga! Malaga!
What shall become of us,
We thy grey-beards ?
At menial toilings
Malaga! Malaga!
— —
72 LYRICAL POEMS,
I.
11.
III.
I would the world had but one heart, and one mouth.
That my lips might kiss it forth.
74 LYRICAL POEMS,
Yea nothing
! for ever
HOMEWARDS.
76 LYRICAL POEMS,
I.
II.
III.
As a sea-risen star
bright brows
Sever the air, sad birds, with your short shrill cries :
Death is made mad with desire, and will not let him
arise.
IV.
78 LYRICAL POEMS,
along,
in thee
haven forsooth
Avaunt thou powerless shape! To thy dreamland
hence depart
I alone will live at his lips and drink the dead tears
at his heart.
Gods on high,
IN CAMERA MORTIS.
8o LYRICAL POEMS,
11.
Death's agonies.
CONTENT.
I.
IL
84 LYRICAL POEMS,
Like a Cathedral,
Rooted in Silence
Cloudy-veined columns
Blend into arches
Of blackening verdure.
Needle-strewn pavement
For sacred feet famous,
Bashfully hiding,
Timidly listening
To the sweet trembling
Of unseen spirits :
Mediterranean
!! !!! ! ! ;
86 LYRICAL POEMS,
IN DECEMBER.— "HEARTSEASE."
I.
Well-a-day
I would watch the cradled flowers
Charm to smiles the April hours !
Ah ! well-a-day
11.
Well-a-day
Yet how would I, sweet Love, rejoice
To catch once more thy near, dear voice !
Ah ! well-a-day
! ! ! ; !
III.
Ah ! well-a-day
MINIATURE.— VENICE.
Mystical highway,
Of tempest-strewn cirrus.
TO EMILIA S.
I.
II.
Broken to blossom,
They lean out sunwards.
III.
IV.
V.
On to thy beauties ;
O friend, O beloved !
92 LYRICAL POEMS,
stir.
94 LYRICAL POEMS,
TOWARDS WINTER.
I.
Or an autumn-leaf.
II.
III.
IV.
96 LYRICAL POEMS,
SONG.
SONNETS.
H
;
LYRICAL POEMS,
I.
2.
LYRICAL POEMS,
BOTTICELLI'S APHRODITE
3-
AT DANTE'S TOMB.
As I do, here :
—thy brother, last and least
Nov. 12, 1879.
—
A LANDSCAPE.
TO E. C.
I.
11.
IN MEMORIAM .
J. F. BOYES.
TO E. S.
I.
amiss
II.
sense
III.
IV.
no LYRICAL POEMS,
V.
VI.
VII.
LYRICAL POEMS,
VIII.
triving
living
— ———
:! : :
IX.
X.
I
! : —— — ———
:
XI.
dove:
XII.
XIII.
Yet, though they yield the leaves that shape his crown,
amain :
RHODIAN SWALLOW-SONG.
Pilot of Beauty ?
tyrant.
thee.
coursing
! ;
Cooling at noontide.
Exquisite swallow
— :
LYRICAL POEMS,
KILGRIMAL: A LEGEND.
I.
LYRICAL POEMS,
II.
III.
Airs of Algarbe
In stately splendour
Alone I am tasting
No memory ownest
Of me or my sorrow
Yet for Thee shall I never
Stay my lamenting,
Thus, I uplift me
To the same starlight,
To Earth or to Heaven,
Known or belonging."
! — —
Withering Winter
His murky stiff garments
Are gathered together,
Carelessly hiding
No virginal blossoms
Where he is lying !
Only a chorus
Of virginal voices
Beautiful visions.
Being cold-hearted,
Yet are vibrating
Through his pale body ;
Eyes of experience,
Though closen his eyelids.
He is but sleeping ;
He will be waking :
Icily on them
Who shall dare vex him }
VINTAGE-SONG.
It sparkles along
LIFE.
I.
II.
K
I30 LYRICAL POEMS,
III.
No mercy decree
JANE SHORE.
" Is Peace too gone from thy ways with the face of thy
guardian King ?
less thing
Must thou learn from lips that were sweet, how now
thou art flouted and loathed ?
" I see the strange stir of the city ; they gather from
every part
'
O Blind and Piteous nation, this hour art thou tor-
into heaven.
" Even she, —this fair mute daughter of men, was the
pride of thy King !
of a queen :
gliding between.
in God's sight
night !
this day
Than her heart, is anything fairer? — Is it April or
May?
There is nothing : no star in Heaven beams down with
a brighter ray
in thee now."
Oh think how thy lips have kissed her — thy blood hath
mixed with her life.
noontide so black
desolate track
Her sin was the sin of thy fashion as it for ever hath
been ;
A MORAL COLLOQUY.'
CRICKET.
Now little Death-watch tell me what
Gave birth to this strange notion
DEATH-WATCH.
I too will ask Sir Cricket why
While yet he me importunes,
CRICKET.
Ah ! that your mere good sense might tell you,
'
Vide " English Folklore,'' page 135. T. F. Dyer.
!
DEATH-WATCH.
Poor mankind ! How sad and foolish
PARIS.
I.
Beautiful City
Peerless Paris
Splendid in Majesty
Over all cities
Joy-giving plenty
Gathered together
For sovereign dominion :
Terrible Paris !
— —
II.
Olive, in England ;
Into Elysium:
As the enchantment
Of a wild wood-note :
Stamping a marvel
Into firm manhood.
Seen in entirety,
Heaped in Divinity,
Is not so holy
SUMMER-STORM.
Southward to northward,
Garmented Thunder
And fast through the blackness
The flail of the lightning
Indolent rain-clouds
Playfully mimics
I.
II.
III.
IV.
To utter night.
V.
SONG.
I.
II.
Part I.
I.
By an iron battle-tide,
II.
'
Vide Washington Irving, ch. xcvi.
——
III.
IV.
V.
Honour !
—what care starved men of it ?
VI.
So he cried :
— " Before this eve
VII.
Part II.
I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
A SEA-PEARL.
I.
II.
III.
IV.
I.
II.
MAN.
/ /
;; ;: ——
STANZAS. AT VENICE.
I.
IJ.
Immortally !
III.
IV.
SONG.
I.
II.
III.
IV.
M
— —
1 62 LYRICAL POEMS,
I.
Still dost thou chime the hours that pass thee by,-
u.
in.
IV.
V.
MiNEHEAD.
—! —
1
64 LYRICAL POEMS,
LUCA SIGNORELLI.
I.
till now
II.
III.
sweet air
IV.
V.
VI.
VII.
IX.
sun ;
X.
bind.
chamber-door.
SOUVENIR.
AFTER A SPRING-STORM.
IDYLL.
I.
II.
Ah happy
! then that I should live
III.
THE FIRE-FLY,
I.
Of tyrannous orbits.
Sorrow-hued darkness,
Blinding to mortals,
11.
THE FLYING-FISH.
On swallow-like pinions
Escape is existence.
—
JOY-FLOWER.
LYRICAL POEMS,
I.
II.
1 86 LYRICAL POEMS,
" Better," say they, " you wrote your Lady's dreams
1 88 LYRICAL POEMS,
Upon a gala-day.
CRUEL AMOR.
I.
II.
A BALLAD.
L
" Tush, child ! our race were sore assoiled
IL
III.
IV.
V.
VI.
spears.
VII.
VIII.
IX.
I.
II.
III.
IV.
domain :
For that steed, bold Abdel Rahman, beg, and turn not
back in vain.
whim
We will surfeit him with treasure, then restore the
steed to him."
V.
light,
All its courts rang sweet with music, like the woods of
early Spring
LYRICAL POEMS,
VI.
guest,
gentle breast.
VII.
LYRICAL POEMS,
race
1.
II.
labouring limb,
him.
" Enter thou our mansion cheering —there is ample
I find."
;
LYRICAL POEMS,
" Smite, then, quickly !" cried the stranger, " strike
distress
sinfulness ?"
equipage,
Hatem sent him to his master. But the King fell dead
of rage.
— ——
THE TREE-GOD.
I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
VI.
VII.
VIII.
Wend they ;
then o'er the balmy meadows,
Locks of a tempest.
Stormwind and shower
Crushed them and vexed them.
Ah ! but the Day-king
Gracefully heavenwards :
No single vision
SPRING IN WINTER.
II.