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…I was supposed to have done. I was said to have tried “ to corrupt Chamberlain ” — not our great patriotic statesman, shifty Joe — but a boy. (I was 12 years old, and quite ignorant of all sexual matters till long after). Also I had “ held a mock prayer mee- ting ”. This I remembered. I had strolled up to a group of boys in the playground, who were indeed holding one. As they saw me one said : “ Brother Crowley will now lead us in prayer ”. Brother Crowley was too wary, and walked away. But instead of doing what a wise boy would have done : gon…
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…surrect. JOHN What good would that do ? ISSA As I understand, It would spoil life for everyone. JOHN How grand ! How simple ! ISSA Look, boy, I am tired of things. Joy, that had legs before, hath now got wings. I am exceeding weary.
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X PREFACE. Naturally, one of several boys who might be involved in the same offence would take fright and save his skin by sneaking. The informer was always believed implicitly, as against probability, or even possibility, with complete dis- regard of the testimony of other and independent wit- nesses. For instance, a boy named Glascott, with insane taint, told Mr. Champney that he had visited me (12 years old) at my mother’s house during the holidays — true so far, he had — and found me “ lying drunk at the bottom of the stairs ”. My mother wa…
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…lacier in my northern marches. CHAU Look, how she writhes — speechless distemperature Her shriek within her gorge that parches ! GOVINDA Boy, bid that cup-slave from Ferozapur Make me an ode of this — nay, while I think ! An elegy. CHAU Please your majesty to drink ? GOVINDA Thanks, brother. Well, my gipsy girl divined
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…ad, you do not mention Modesty. ANTINOUS ’Twas mine intention, But those loose lips wine-corrupt Always itch to interrupt ! SILENUS Nay, boy, all the song was true. Come and frisk it once together ! Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, That must set an azure frame Round the flaxen locks aflame ! CHRYSIS Come, Evadne, let us fling Flowers upon them gambolling !
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… Ho ! we will lift the prudish latch. Dear apeling, hold the torches while I catch This monster. So. Dispatch ! MIRIAM God ! let it be a boy. I would enjoy His love. Who hath come forth with such keen pain Owes keener pleasure, going back again. A curse upon that Dove.
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…too still. A heat, yet bitter chill, Is in the air, the windless air. O for a breath of snow-wind on The crest of Lebanon ! I would that boy that laughed
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…iek of the throat of hell Bursts, and is choked by a vomit of black worms. ALEXANDER All this most critically confirms Our calculations. Boy ! the long pale glass Fashioned of ambergris and chrysopras. Fill it with the old, the ripe Satyrion, And bear it to their Majesties. Anon We shall see ? — GOVINDA Sure, a son
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…et Of the tremulous rivulet Let us lisp the lullaby Of Arcady — in Arcady ! Me ye know, the dazzling dream Of the swimmer in the stream. Boy to girl and maid to man, Mine are all joys of Pan. Chrysis seeks the darling dove, Gets the eagle to her love. Hylas, trembling towards the pine, Finds the soft voluptuous vine. RHODOPE Curl ye close ! Curl ye close ! Fold your petals like the rose ! All the satyr’s lust of limb ; All the delicate and slim Slenderness of laughing faun Twine like serpents on the lawn ;
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… than thou ! SILENUS Come, we have dallied long enough With music and with love. Set to the wine, and slide Each twined like vines, fair boy, fair bride, Down the long glade of sleep, At the sun’s summoning. We shall be carolling, upon the steep, The happy dawn’s return. We shall wake — and bathe — and burn.
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. I5 All the boy’s undulant grace To the nymph’s fantastic face ; All the maiden’s chaste delight To the flushed hermaphrodite ; While the balanced strength of man Bears its witness unto Pan. CHRYSIS Ah, the purple vein that glows Through the eyelids as they close ! Hush ! the breeze that fans the fern Bids the midnight moon to turn. We must sleep Soft and deep : We must wake — and bathe — and burn. The company being asleep, fallen lax in mid-caress, there enter a Philosopher Heracleitus and his Disciple Chrysippus. HERACLEITU…
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…life shall shrink dismayed At the dawn of prostitute and prude ; And the pagan glory fade From the brows of womanhood. IST SATYR But the boy shall thrust the maid From the sunlight to the shade. He shall make her passion good. 2ND SATYR Nay ! for all the world-decay Rots from sapphirine to grey. All the leprous lichen clings Round the comeliness of things. Brothers ! sisters ! fauns and elves ! Dryads ! Oreads ! Undines ! Fairies, let us hide ourselves
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…kin, Wolfing it in As the dragon swallows up the moon ! CHAU See, she will swoon. This is magnificent. I would not lose the event — Ho ! boy, bring wine ! Black wine in jars of jade Cooled all these months in hoarded snow ! Black wine with purple starlight in its bosom, Oily and sweet as the soul of a brown maid Brought from the forenoon’s archipelago, Her brows bound bright with many a scarlet blossom — Like the blood of the slain that flowered free When we met the black men knee to knee ! ALEXANDER Brothers, how found you me ?
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… forward still Immune from grief, intolerant of ill, Fronting the double foe — of pain and joy — With equal eye — in the meantime — Dear boy, Wake ! Let us revel it the while we may, Love dawning ever with the dawning day. Wake, brothers, sisters ! It is time to stir. The owl, the night-hawk, sad and sinister,
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…I had not missed Willingly, for a thousand beads of jade, Or a broad-hipped Nubian maid, Or a diamond flask of rose-perfume, Or a Shiraz boy in his first best bloom ! Oh, I rewarded her well altogether, For she slept at my feet through the cold mountain weather.
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…thers the Chinese ! Pathics from Harrow, reeking of Patchouli, Shocked at the vice of the Mongolian coolie ! Canons of Westminster, with boy-rape sterile, Hope Christ may save us from the Yellow Peril ! To call forced labour slavery is rude, “ Terminologic inexactitude ”. This from the masters of the winds and waves Whose cotton-mills are crammed with British slaves ! Men pass their nights with German-Jewish whores, Their days in keeping “ aliens ” from our shores. They turn their eyes up at a Gautier’s tale, And run a maisonette in Maida Vale.
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…i Pasha, suddenly and without warning assi- gned to him by our Army Council. I remember too being disarmed and chased by a small Italian boy (the Mc. Callum Mohr) whose bandbox, containing doubtless an exquisite
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… eminence Wait the result in sickening suspense. Announced, all Mayfair shrieks its decent joy ; And, feeling safe, goes out and hires a boy. Your titles — oh ! how proud you are to wear them ? — What about “ homo quatuor literarum ? ” The puissant all their time to vice devote ; The impotent (contented) pay to gloat. The strumpet’s carwheels splash the starving maiden In Piccadilly, deadlier than Aden. “ England expects a man to do his duty. ” He calls truth lies, and sneers at youth and beauty, Pays cash for love and fancies he has won it — D…
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…ich the well-named Mrs. Clapham the fishmonger’s wife was expelled from “ fellowship ”. But above all I remember how we soused Leggett’s boy, known as the Living Mushroom from the shape of his hat, in old Ailes’s pig-tub. And then my father died, and the note changes. To explain, I find myself obliged to give a short account of the Plymouth Brethren, their tenets, character, and history. THE PLYMOUTH BRETHREN The religious movement which obtained this name through the sudden and enormous success of an evange
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…te if they wish to be smart. If I have not already published the correspondence in my possession between the late Duke of Clarence and « Boy Morgan » — as well as many other important papers — and a pretty penny they have cost me ! — it is not for any dog- in-the manger reasons, but because it would coincide so dramatically with the moment when, like Socrates, I get into trouble for corrupting morality, and because I never like to leave a job half done. It is almost incredible how