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... Ballet Master Death , that knocking at Self - Interest's door has brought Fear , that over - retiring slut , to her window ? Hi ! Widow Fear ! It's only a couple of old friends inviting you to a little entertainment . THE MUSE ( writing ...
... Ballet Master Death , that knocking at Self - Interest's door has brought Fear , that over - retiring slut , to her window ? Hi ! Widow Fear ! It's only a couple of old friends inviting you to a little entertainment . THE MUSE ( writing ...
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... Ballet Master . DEATH . Since some of you have your instruments handy , just strike up a bit , you , Widow Fear , and you , Madame Idealism ; and you , Hatred , growl on the deep string , not too loud . Just a bar or two , no matter ...
... Ballet Master . DEATH . Since some of you have your instruments handy , just strike up a bit , you , Widow Fear , and you , Madame Idealism ; and you , Hatred , growl on the deep string , not too loud . Just a bar or two , no matter ...
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... Death's Ballets . All other Human Passions are correctly dressed in ... Master here , I wonder ? Will you never learn manners , you senseless old ... BALLET OF THE NATIONS 37.
... Death's Ballets . All other Human Passions are correctly dressed in ... Master here , I wonder ? Will you never learn manners , you senseless old ... BALLET OF THE NATIONS 37.
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... Ballet Master's very interesting primitiveness . ORGANIZATION . It's all as ... Death is getting a bit old for his job and dreadfully prejudiced . Besides I ... Ballet Master and salute the lady and gentleman prettily . ( Places one hand ...
... Ballet Master's very interesting primitiveness . ORGANIZATION . It's all as ... Death is getting a bit old for his job and dreadfully prejudiced . Besides I ... Ballet Master and salute the lady and gentleman prettily . ( Places one hand ...
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... Master Death , have you any last instructions ? DEATH ( bowing obsequiously to SATAN ) . Just one or two , my Lord . ( Turns to the performers . ) Ladies and Gentlemen , Valiant Nations of my Corps du Ballet ... Ballet Master Death , and , as ...
... Master Death , have you any last instructions ? DEATH ( bowing obsequiously to SATAN ) . Just one or two , my Lord . ( Turns to the performers . ) Ladies and Gentlemen , Valiant Nations of my Corps du Ballet ... Ballet Master Death , and , as ...
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2ND VOICE Adventure Adversary æsthetic AGES-TO-COME altruism Ballet Master Death become belief belligerent Bertrand Russell Brachycephalous Brobdingnag Cæsarea called cinema shows creatures dance dangerous dear Clio decent Delusion and Confusion desire emotional enemy evil existence eyes fact feeling friends future German Gog and Magog gramophone wheezes habits hand happens harmonium Hatred hence Heroism honour horror human Idealism implies Indignation individual IST VOICE Justice kind larning less look Lord Satan man's mankind means mediæval merely mind moral moralists moreover Muse of History Nations nature neighbours never once one's Orchestra ourselves passions Patriotism peace perhaps persons play poor preference present Reality reason recognize religion require result Romain Rolland sacrifice self-sacrifice sense side soul spiritual suffering sure Themistocles things thought tion truth turn war's Waste Waster Widow Fear words writing
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Page 276 - For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known thy truth.
Page xx - Therefore the princes said unto the king, We beseech thee, let this man be put to death: For thus he weakeneth the hands of the men of war that remain in this city, and the hands of all the people, in speaking such words unto them: for this man seeketh not the welfare of this people, but the hurt.
Page 53 - Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.
Page 163 - The process of making winds and rivers into anthropomorphic gods is, for the most part, not the result of using the imagination with special vigour. It is the result of not doing so. The wind is obviously alive ; any fool can see that. Being alive, it blows ; how ? why, naturally ; just as you and I blow. It knocks things down, it shouts and dances, it whispers and talks.
Page 209 - Vieux soldats de plomb que nous sommes, Au cordeau nous alignant tous , Si des rangs sortent quelques hommes , • Tous nous crions : A bas les fous ! On les persécute, on les tue ; Sauf, après un lent examen , A leur dresser une statue , Pour la gloire du genre humain.
Page 237 - Tutto, signor ; le ceneri degli avi , Le sacre leggi , i tutelari Numi , La favella, i costumi , Il sudor che mi costa , Lo splendor che ne trassi , L'aria, i tronchi , il terren, le mura, i, sassi.
Page xx - And when he was in the gate of Benjamin, a captain of the ward was there, whose name was Irijah, the son of Shelemiah, the son of Hananiah; and he took Jeremiah the prophet, saying, "Thou fallest away to the Chaldeans.
Page 57 - Do you see the Labour Leader? The other papers all refused to take Vernon Lee's and Bertrand Russell's articles.' ' SATAN (bows benignly towards DEATH). You might have trusted Satan, dear Ballet Master Death! Pity and Indignation can renew Death's Dance when all Nations have danced themselves to stumps, and the ordinary band, save perhaps Widow Fear and her children, can fiddle and blow no longer.
Page 56 - Even before either of that immortal pair had uttered a sound, the flagging Dancers. the bleeding Nations. weary of that stage slippery with blood and entrails. felt the wind of the wings of Pity and Indignation: and. in its pure breath. suddenly revived. The holy pair required no instruments. Pity merely sobbed. and her sobs were like the welling-up notes of many harps. drowning the soul in tender madness. But Indignation hissed and roared like a burning granary when the sparks crackle as they fly...