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…If he were dying, they were dead! The first was agéd; in his beard He muttered never a weird. The next was beautiful and gay : He had no word to say. The third was wroth and rusty red, Yet not a word he said. gI
…is sun-whitened skeleton. II. A dainty lady sick of simple life, Chained to the cold couch of some vapid man, Put on her jewels, off the word of wife, Resolved to play the painted courtesan; 96
…Thus spins out life its splendid charm :— Live, love, enjoy, yet do no harm. No rose of thought may bear or breed The poisonous thorn of word and deed. Call ** homo sapiens ” him who thinks ; Talkers and doers—missing links! Such songs are twilight’s, when I stretch My limbs, and wander down to fetch My water from the cool cascade, My wood from the enchanted glade, 49
…our who proceeds By doing to abolish deeds. Not by the pipings of a bird In skies of blue on fields of gold, But by a fierce and loathly word The abomination must be told. The holy work must twist its spell From hemp of madness, grown in hell. Only by energy and strife May man attain the eternal rest, Dissolve the desperate lust of life By infinite agony and zest. Thus, O my Kali, I divine The golden secret of thy shrine! 72
…n the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes 57
Or let Kailasha’s godded peak Summon the oread and the gnome To leave their toils, the word to speak That shakes its azure-splitting dome With the reverberation—listen !—Aum ! Let olive fail, and mangostin! O’erturn the dark forbidden draught! Give me the taste, the taste unclean Of human flesh and blood that mean Some infinite horror to the light that laughed ! So let the scent of lily and rose, Of jasmine, taggara, pass away! Let patchouli, patchouli, repose My nostrils with your odour gray, Dead darlings exquisite in your decay! So, silk and…
…ared laughter as his heart-beats die— Let him creep on, a shattered, ruined thing! A ship dismasted on a dreadful sea! And you—afar—some word of largesse fling Pitifully worded for more cruelty! His death lends savour to our passionate life ; His is the heart I taste upon your tongue; 75
…ake, and its friend remorse. Crime we snatch, between spell and spell. Man is aglare, and is off unheard. Woman hath speech, of a single word. Hell may be heaven, for earth is hell! So do I laugh, and the hideous coarse Peals like applause re-echo and cease. Here in the close and noisome cave, Drunk on the breath of the thieves and whores Close as they cram in the maw of the pit, Sick with the stench of the kisses that rave Round me, surfeiting sense, in scores; Mad with their meaning, I smoke and sit Riming at random through my teeth, Gray wit…
…the dead body; and if his limbs were broken or misshapen when he was alive, the same appear- ance would be visible in the dead. And in a word, whatever was the habit of the body during life would be distinguish- able after death, either perfectly, or in a great measure and for a certain time. And I should imagine that this is equally true of the soul, Callicles; when a man is stripped of the body, all the natural or acquired affections of the soul are laid open to view.—PLaTo, Gorgias. 99