Agnes Bernauer: (a Tragedy in Five Acts)

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Poet Lore Company, 1909 - 60 pages
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Page 65 - All men are our kindred, the world is our home. Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed, The laughter and beauty of women long dead; The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings, And happy and simple and sorrowful things. What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow? Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go. No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait: The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.
Page 67 - FROM groves of spice, O'er fields of rice, Athwart the lotus-stream, I bring for you, Aglint with dew A little lovely dream. Sweet, shut your eyes, The wild fire-flies Dance through the fairy neem; From the poppy-bole For you I stole A little lovely dream.
Page 50 - What do you bring? PREISING. What you yourself desired. AGNES. What I desired? Pray, do not mock me! You are not going to throw open the gloomy gates, so closely barred to hold me? PREISING. Most willingly will I do so, if you will submit to the condition. AGNES. What is the condition? PREISING. I stand before you in the place of the Duke of Bavaria. [AGNES shrinks back.] But I will be honest with you, and tell you that my noble lord is not your enemy. AGNES. Not my enemy? Why am I here, then? PREISING....
Page 69 - Down the world with Marna ! That's the life for me! Wandering with the wandering wind, Vagabond and unconfined ! Roving with the roving rain Its unboundaried domain ! Kith and kin of wander-kind, Children of the sea ! Petrels of the sea-drift ! Swallows of the lea ! Arabs of the whole wide girth Of the wind-encircled earth! In all climes we pitch our tents, Cronies of the elements. With the secret lords of birth Intimate and free. All the seaboard knows us From Fundy to the Keys ; Every bend and...
Page xvii - Let me live out my years in heat of blood ! Let me die drunken with the dreamer's wine ! Let me not see this soul-house built of mud Go toppling to the dust — a vacant shrine. Let me go quickly, like a candle light Snuffed out just at the heyday of its glow. Give me high noon — and let it then be night! Thus would I go. And grant that when I face the grisly Thing, My song may trumpet down the gray Perhaps.
Page 66 - I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey, I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white, To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight. Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows, Where oleanders sccatter their ambrosial fire?
Page 17 - Just picture your father's amazement when he hears of this. ALBRECHT. Well? WERNBERG. But very vividly — with that expression which his face wears when he not only wishes to refuse a request, but to force it back into one's throat ; so that, instead of asking for sugar plums, one begs for a beating! ALBRECHT. Well and good! WERNBERG. Can you see him plainly? Now ask yourself if you would care to repeat to him all that you have been ranting to us about intoxicating joy and pain! ALBRECHT. To him?...
Page 11 - Katherine's eve, when we had to admit the rabble to our council, things are pretty well mixed here. Pearls and peas all in one sack. The duke will find difficulty in selecting them. I am surprised that he cares to come. WERNBERG. You have not grown accustomed to the new order of things yet? That happened some time ago. BURGOMASTER. Not so long ago that the hope of a return to the good old times has wholly vanished. Just look at that portly person! Master of the bakers' guild, and doing the honors...
Page 63 - My ancestors for thousands of years have been lovers of the forest and mountain caves, great dreamers, great scholars, great ascetics. My father is a dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been a magnificent failure. I suppose in the whole of India there are few men whose learning is greater than his, and I don't think there are many men more beloved.
Page 26 - ... examples are more contagious than good ones. ERNEST. My Jews shall so act that they do not deserve death; and that will probably put an end to it. I shall not interfere with these affairs. You can ask my brother if he wishes to. PREISING. If he should desire to, it would be the first time that Duke William wished something you opposed. ERNEST. Just on that account, one must never neglect him. Now, continue. — But stop! this, first. Money has come to us from an unexpected source. The Count of...

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