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…errily along, with a light-hearted song in its nucleolus, no less than a Bacillus. ‘‘ And the elephant died. He was only seventeen years old. VI. “* A brief consultation ; and the Srotapatti was reincarnated asa parrot. For the parrot, said the wicked Jehjaour, may live 500 years and never feel it. ‘‘So a grey wonder of wings flitted into the jungle. So joyous a bird, thought the God, could not but be influenced by the ordinary passions and yield to such majesty as his own. ‘* But one day there came into the jungle a strange wild figure. He was…
1906 · PDF PAGE 123
…Ai! What! the work? CHORUS. ALCESTIS. Ai Ai! Ai Ai! Alas! Alas! the work! JASON. MEDEA. Thy father? ALCESTIS. Slain ! CHORUS. Ai Ai! the old man slain ! MEDEA. Ai Ai! ALCESTIS, Ai Ai! MEDEA. The strong spell broken? ALCESTIS. Nay, but thoughts arose, So many thoughts—or ever I was ware— And he—the caldron seethes —— MEDEA. He rises not? . ALCESTIS. Nought but moist smoke springs up. MEDEA. Alas! for me! All is but lost. ALCESTIS. Canst thou do anything? What ! Shall the hunter find his joy abroad, And sorrow in his house? MEDEA. Thy very hearth…
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2 ORACLES Your age and sex forbid, old man, I need not tell you how, Or else I’d knock you down, old man, Like that extremist cow.} You've gained your every seat, my friend, By perjuring your soul ; You’ve climbed to Downing Street, my friend, A very greasy poll. You bear a traitor’s brand, old man, You bear a liar’s brand ; I will zo¢ shake thy hand, old man, I will ot shake thy hand. [And I didn’t. THE BALLOON. Written (at the age of fifteen, and still unsur- passed) while in bed with measles at Ton- bridge in Kent, FLOATING in the summer air…
1906 · PDF PAGE 151
…s kill us, Love the God’s scourge? I refer you to Aeschylus! (Nay! that’s a slip! Say we “ Earth’s grim device, cool loss !—” Better the old Greek orthography !—Aischulos ! 14) Or, love be God’s champagne’s foam; death in man’s trough, hock lees, - Pathos our port’s beeswing ? what answers Sophocles? Brief, with love’s medicine let’s draught, bolus, globule us! 40 45 60 55 60 65 Wise and succinct bids, I think, Aristobulus.! Whether my Muse be Euterpe or Clio, Life, Death, and Love are all Batrachomyo !6— Machia, what? ho! old extinct Alcibiade…
1906 · PDF PAGE 228
…ure of our Father and of his going into the land of Apes, that is, England, and of what he did there, it is not fitting that I, the poor old fool who loved him, shall now dis- course. But it is most necessary that I should speak of his holy death and of his funeral and of the bruit thereof, for that is gone into divers lands as a false and lying report, whereby much harm and ill-luck come to the Brethren. In this place, therefore, will I set down the exact truth of all that happened. In the year of the Great Passing Over were signs and wonders …
1906 · PDF PAGE 120
114 THE ARGONAUTS MEDEA. At the full end I see Allusion to my magic—to that spell Whereby an old man may renew his youth. ALCESTIS. Our father! MEDEA. You have guessed aright, my child. Your father must abandon his old age And—by my magic—find sweet youth again ! DANAIDES. But this is very difficult to do. MEDEA. For me such miracles are merely play, Serving to while away the idle hours While Jason hunts—— ALCESTIS. Hlow grand it were to see Our aged father rival the strong youths In feats of great agility ! MEDEA. Agreed ! But surely you shoul…
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… even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hlape—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arsenals deep, Where the small folk of buried metals sleep! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whose broad hand hides the giddy precipice From sl…
1906 · PDF PAGE 138
… help comes Janet ! Angus! Oh, miserable! here. Criosda ! wake ! wake !— Oh, I must take him out—no man may enter here !—It is ill luck. Old Andrew found the passage ! and the next day he was dead —murdered, murdered ! Oh, how horrible! —what a horrible place this is with all its beauty and love! and my worship—oh, how strange it all is. Criosda! come! [She begins to carry him to the great door, then notices his white robe. This must come off: they must not see the holy robes. Criosda! my darling dear brother, do look at me! [She has removed th…
1906 · PDF PAGE 174
…tle may call me a black pot. Here’s diamond for coke, and pink pearl for pale coral. 170 Though his mills may grind slowly—what says the old hymn? Tune, Limerick! Author? My memory’s dim. The corn said “ You sluggard !” The mill ‘You may tug hard,” (or lug hard, or plug hard ; I forget the exact Rhyme ; that’s a fact) 176 “IfI want to grind slowly I shall,” A quainter old fable one rarely is able To drag from its haunt in the—smoke room or stable! You see (vide supra) I’ve brought to the test a ton Of tolerance, broadness. Approve me, friend Ch…
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…he o’erflowing cup. ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” No wine in death is his torment assuaging. Il. Just what the parson had told me when young: Just what the people in chapel have sung: ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” Desunt cetera. A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES. In the hospital bed she lay, Rotting away ! Cursing by night and cursing by day, Rotting away ! 1 This, the earliest poem ever written by me, has perished save the above fragment. Its date is 1886,—-A, C. It should be noted that this fragment is of a wildly revolutio…
1906 · PDF PAGE 147
…rtals wither ; Moons fade where constellations shone ; Numberless aeons brought us hither ; Niumberless aeons beckon us on. The world is old, and I am strong— Awake, awake, O Sword of Song! Here, in the Dusk of Gods, I linger; The world awaits a Word of Truth. Kindle, O lyre, beneath my finger ! Evoke the age’s awful youth! To arms against the inveterate wrong ! Awake, awake, O Sword of Song! Sand-founded reels the House of Faith ; Up screams the howl of ruining sect ; Out from the shrine flits the lost Wraith ; ‘God hath forsaken Ilis elect !”…
1906 · PDF PAGE 94
… tottering gait, And honour in the goat-like beard of him ! FIRST WOMAN. A week ago your blue eyes were in tears, Sidelong regarding the old mountebank. SECOND WOMAN. To-day I would not be his concubine For all Iolchus—for all Thessaly ! THIRD WOMAN. I see the same glance seek out Jason now. SECOND WOMAN. Ay, there's a man! What muscles! What fine fire In the quick eye! What vigour and warm strength ! FIRST WOMAN. Yes, in your wishes. But indeed he is A proper man. Away, you ancient egg ! PELIAS. With what audacious foot and impious voice Strid…
1906 · PDF PAGE 136
…-and-Twentteth Century after Christ. The action of the play occupies many years. THE GOD-EATER. ACT I. CriospA, MAURYA. [Zhe Scene ts an old Barontal Hall, elabor- ately, yet somewhat grotesquely (from the incongruity), fitted up as an antique Egyptian temple. Centre: an altar be- tween two obelisks ; om tt a censer vomits smoke in great volumes. Above at back of stage isa stately throne, square and simple, on steps. In it sits MAURYA, guiet and stlent. She is dressed in sontbre green robes, lightened with old rose facings. She ts heavily brace…
1906 · PDF PAGE 95
…wait no wild Erinyes For thee a guest in these my halls, for thee Whose hands are dipped not yet in blood so deep As to have murdered an old man, and him Thy father’s brother? JASON. Justice covers all. The Furies cannot follow if a man To his own heart be reconciled. They feed On his own bosom, nay ! are born thereof. An alien clan he might elude, but these, Blood of his blood, he shall nor slay nor *scape.’ My heart hath never pastured on regret Or pang for thee. My justice covers all. PELIAS. That one word “ justice ” covers all indeed To th…
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…E HOUSE. A NIGHTMARE.! Written at Anuradhapura. I must be ready for my friend to-night. So, such pale flowers as winter bears bedeck The old oak walls: the wood-fire’s cheerful light . Flashes upon the fire-dogs silver-bright. Wood? why, the jetsam of yon broken wreck Where the white sea runs o’er the sandy neck That joins my island to the land when tides Run low. What curious fancies through my brain Run, all so wild and all so pleasant! Glides No phantom creeping from the under sides Of the grey globe: no avatar of pain Gathering a body from …
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… soul’s life out as some shadow brushed My body and passed in? All sense allows At last the fearful truth—This is the house ! This is my old house on the marsh, and here, Here is the terror of the distant sea Moaning, and here the wind that wails, the drear Groans like a ghost’s, the desolate house of fear Whence I fled once from my great enemy— This is the house! O speechless misery ! Here the great silver candlesticks illume The agéd book, the blackness blazoned o’er With golden characters and scarlet bloom Twined in the blue-tinged sigils wr…
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…ay and woe, Gorged with the day's indecent festival. I think these birds were once the souls of priests. They haunt by ancient habit the old home Wherein they held high mass in days of old. But now they soar above it—for behold ! God hath looked mercifully down on Rome, Promoting thus her children to be beasts. ADVICE OF A LETTER! THE Wingéd Bull that dwelled in the north Hath flown into the West, and uttered forth His thunders in the Mountains. He shall come Where blooms the sempiterne chrysanthe- mum. The wingéd Lion, that wrought dire amaze …
1906 · PDF PAGE 96
… crown, descend the steps to thee. Here is my breast. Look firmly in my face, . i And slay me. Is there fear writ large and deep In mine old eyes? Or shudderest thou with fear? JASON. More hate than fear. In sooth, I cannot strike. ' PELIAS, A kingis not so slain—except a madman May fall upon him with averted head.? Indeed, I conquer. [Aszde.] Even so, beware! oe Victory ill-nurtured breeds the babe defeat. [Aloud.] Listen, my brother’:s son!- Nay, stoop not so, — Bending ashaméd brows upon the earth ! I am well weary of the world of men. I gro…
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… and the shapeless toads Fed by their lovers duly on the draught That bloats and blisters, blackens and cor- rodes. These had he seen of old ; so now he laughed, Not without bitterness deep-lying, that erst He had esteemed such foolish devil’s craft Part of his quest, his quest when fair and first He flung the last, the strongest horseman back With such a buffet that no skill amerced Its debt but headlong in his charger’s track He must be hurled, rib-shattered bythe shock; And the loud populace exclaimed ‘‘ Alack !”, Their favourite foiled. sto…
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…abitants seemed to be the sale of as much ‘‘champagne” as possible; in which inspiring preface my friend was soon deeply immersed. . .. Golden-haired, a profound linguist, swear- ing in five Western and three Oriental lan- guages, and comparable rather to the accomplished courtesans of old-time Athens than to the Imperial Peripatetics of the Daily Telegraph and Mr. Raven-Hill,! her looks of fire turned my friend’s silky and insipid moustache into a veritable Burning Bush. But puppy endearments are of little interest to one who has just done his…