Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
…Fails to us speech In Love’s exultant leaping ! Each merged in each The golden fruit is reaping ! . . . . . . . Wilt slumber, dear ? One last kiss, I beseech ! . . . . . . . Come to us, Death ! My love and I are sleeping !
… of Englishmen ! Look not to Europe in your need ! Columbia’s but a broken reed ! Your own good hearts, your own strong hand Win back at last the Irish land. Won by the strength of cold despair Our chance is near us—slay nor spare ! Open to fate the Saxons lie, Up ! Ireland ! ere the good hour fly ! Stand all our fortunes on one cast ! Arise ! the hour is come at last. One torch may fire the ungodly shrine— O God ! and may that torch be mine ! But, even when victory is assured, Forget not all ye have endured ! Of native mercy dam the dyke, And …
…h should end. Therefore my shut eyes blend With sleep’s own secret eyes and eyelashes, Long and deep ecstasies, Knowing as now I know—at last—how this Foreshadows my own bliss Of falling into death when life is tired. For all things desired Not one as death is so desirable, Seeing all sorrows pass, all joys endure, All lessons last. Not heaven and not hell (My spirit is grown sure) Await the lover But death’s veil draws, life’s mother to discover, Nature ; no longer mother, but a bride ! Ay ! there is none beside. O brothers mightier than my mi…
…bitterness deep-lying, that erst He had esteemed such foolish devil’s craft Part of his quest, his qest 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 by the shock ; And the loud populace exclaimed “ Alack ! ”, Their favourite foiled. But oh ! the royal stock Of holy kings from Christ to Charlemagne Hailed him, anointed him, fair lock by lock, With oil that drew incalculable gain From those six olives in the…
…they glisten, Dew-drops diamonded from the abundant chalice ! Swoons the prayer to silence ; pale the altar Glows at thy presence as the last words falter— Lycian, listen !
ANIMA LUNAE I23 Last, passing through the city wall, he came Out to the living flame Of lambent water and the carven quay, Stone, like embroidery ! All the dear beauty of art’s soul sublime He looked on the last time, And trod the figured steps, and found the ledge At the white water’s edge Where the king’s pinnace lodged ; but he put by That shell of ivory, And chose a pearl-inwoven canoe, whose prow Bore the moon’s own bright brow In grace of silver sculputred ; and therein He stepped ; and all the water thin Laughed to receive him ; now the …
…XI Swift-winged Stability, Lifting the earth and sky, Hold me up utterly, Keep me, O Shuwe ! XII Virginal Queen of Earth, Late love, and last of birth, Loose, loose the golden girth, Nephthys, the crowned one ! XIII Hail, crowned Harpocrates, Shew, shew thy secrecies, Lotus-throned silences, Typhon’s replacer !
IN A LESBIAN MEADOW I UNDER the summer leaves In the half-light Love his old story weaves Far out of sight. Here we are lone, at last. Heaven is overcast Yet with no night. Ere her immortal wings Gather the thread of things Into her might, Up will the moon arise Through the black-azure skies : Birds shall sing litanies Still of delight. II Let my lips wander where Tender moss grows, Where through their dusky air Beams a red rose. Where the bee honey sips Let my desirous lips, Kissing, unclose 23
…o be weak ? Was my kiss the chief offender Pressed upon thy blushing cheek ? Was it sin to press and press thee Till thy burning lips at last Madly kissed me ? How I bless thee, Now, for that superb repast ! All-consuming, all-devouring, All-absorbing, burnt the flame ; Burnt unchecked till, hotly showering, Passion disregarded Shame ! Was it sin—that moonlight madness ? Was our passion so accurst ? Sweetness damned to mother Sadness ? Satisfaction to bring Thirst ? II
“ ’TIS PITY—” —FORD. BLOW on the flame ! The charcoal’s vaporous fume Shall hide our shame ! Come, love, within the gloom ! For one last night, sweet sister, be the same ; Come, nestle with me in sweet Death’s hot womb ! Two sunny eyes ! And this is all my ruin ! Two gleaming thighs ! And all to my undoing ! Far-swelling curves in ivory rapture rise Warm and too white—bethink you of the wooing ! A kiss of fire ; A touch of passionate yearning Steals higher and higher— And kisses are returning ! The strong white grasp draws me still nigher and n…
…dy. Inscribed to T. Davidson. LURED by the loud big-breasted courtezan That plies trained lechery of obedient eyes, He sits, holds bed’s last slattern-sweet surprise, Late plucked from gutter to grace groves of Pan. The third one, ruddy as they twain are wan, Hungrily gazes, sees her tower of lies Blasted that instant in some wizard wise— The frozen look—the miserable man ! What sudden barb of what detested dart Springs from Apollo’s bowstring to his heart ? On sense-dulled ears what Voice rings the decree ? “ For thee the women burn : the wine…
…ddha forth hath the True Disciple shone. Desunt cetera. [The reader will kindly note such important changes of metre as occur in the two last verses of Chapter I. and elsewhere. The careless might suppose that these do not scan ; they do, following directly or by analogy a similar change in the Pali.—R. P. L.]
…n, have their joy, knowing the Noble Ones aright. In meditation firmly fixed, by constant strenuous effort high, They to Nirvana come at last, the incomparable security. Whose mind is strenuous and reflects ; whose deeds are circumspect and pure, His thoughts aye fixed on Law, the fame of that con-centred shall endure. By Earnestness, by centred thought, by self restraint, by suffering long, Let the wise man an island build against the fatal current strong. Fools follow after vanity, those men of evil wisdom’s sect ; But the wise man doth earne…
…hless three, changeless and changing, as the pyre Of earthly love becomes a fire to heat us through eternity. I have forgotten Christ at last ; he may look back, grown amorous, And call across the gulf to us, and signal kisses through the vast : We shall disdain, clasp faster yet, and mock his newer pangs, and call With stars and voices musical, jeers his touched heart shall not forget. I would have pitied him. This flower spits blood upon him ; so must I Cast ashes through the misty sky to mock his faded crown of power, And with our laughter’s…
…wn desire ? Immaculate daughters of passion, Shalt thou as they pass be past ? And thy people bewail thee, Thalassian, Lost, lost at the last ? III Nay, ere ye pass your people pass, As snow on summer hills, As dew upon the grass, As one that love fulfils, If he in folly wills Love a lass. Yet on this night of smiles and tears A maiden is the theme. The universe appears An idle summer dream Lost in the grey supreme Mist of years.
… all but Will is lost ; so, seventh, he bends it from its bodily station into the great abyss of Meditation, whence the firm level is at last his own and Rapture’s royal throne is more than throne, sarcophagus ! an end ! an end ! Resounds the echo in the stone, in- calculable myriads of tons poised in gigantic balance overhead, about, beneath. O blend your voices, angels of the awful earth ! dogs ! demons leaping into hideous birth from the imprisoned deserts of the Nile ! And thou, O habitant most dread, disastrous crocodile, hear thou the Law…
I40 DHAMMAPADA Here and hereafter doth he mourn, him suffering doth doubly irk, Who doeth evil, seeing now at last how evil was his work. The virtuous man rejoices here, hereafter doth he take delight, Both ways rejoices, both delights, as seeing that his work was right. Here and hereafter suffers he : the pains of shame his bosom fill Who thinks “ I did the wrong,” laments his going on the Path of Ill. Here and hereafter hath he joy : in both the joy of rectitude Who thinks “ I did the right ” and goes rejoicing on the Path of Good. A-many ver…
60 TRANSLATIONS FROM BAUDELAIRE The last crowns unto which a gambler’s fingers cling ; A libertine caress from hungry Adeline ; The sound of music, lulling, silver, clean, Like the far cry of human suffering : All these, deep bottle ! are of little worth Beside the piercing balm thy fertile girth Holds in the reverent poet’s lifted soul ; To him thou givest youth, and hope, and life, And pride, this treasure of all beggar’s strife That gives us triumph, Godhead, for its dole. EPILOGUE TO “ GREEN ALPS ” FAREWELL, my book, whose words I have not …
…anches and fresh flowers ; VII When, thy heart beating high with hope and pride, Thou didst whip out those merchants vile with force, At last the master ? Did not keen remorse Bite thy soul ere the spear had pierced thy side ? VIII I, certes, I shall gladly quit this hell Where dream and action walk not hand-in-hand ! May I use the brand and perish by the brand ! Saint Peter denied Jesus—He did well. GLOIRE ET LOUANGE GLORY and praise to thee, O Satan, in the height Of Heaven, where thou didst rule, and in the night Of Hell, where conquered, do…
… the strength of Her sunless breast. Her love is like pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and death.