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G . Leathem . Beneath the Tudor roses, those old words , “ Beauty is truth , and truth beauty ,” all at once Came with a fuller meaning to my mind , " Truly ," I thought , “ These dons who follow truth In desolate regions , lifeless , rugged , bare , All follow beauty too — the only prize Worth questing in this sorry world of ours .” 103
G . LEATHEM . A FELLOW OF ST. JOHN 'S ON THE BEAUTY OF MATHEMATICS. (From the “ Don ''). " CAMBRIDGE indeed is beautiful,” he said, “ And only those who live here all their lives Passing their days in quiet harmony With the old walls , can know its charm to the full . And is it chance that mathematics here Has found its chiefest home ? From Newton down , Our greatest have preferred old x and y To the haunting music of Euripedes . Who live mid beauty , still must beauty seek . And Mathematics just for beauty 's sake We follow ." " Come , you sur…
…e with new celestial sight Flower and leaf and grass and tree , Doomed barks on an eternal sea , Flit phantom -like as transient smoke . Beauty herself her spell has broke, Beauty, the herald and the lure, Her message told , may not endure ; Her portal opened , she has died , Supreme immortal suicide. Yes, sleepless nature soundless flings Invisible grapples round the soul, Drawing her through the web of things To the primal end of her journeyings , Her ultimate and constant pole . For Beauty with her hands that beckon Is but the Prophet of a H…
Rupert Brooke . Gentle and brown , above the pool? And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill ? Say, is there Beauty yet to find ? And Certainty ? And Quiet kind ? Deep meadows yet , for to forget The lies , and truths , and pain ? . . . oh ! yet Stands the Church clock at ten - to- three ? And is there honey still for tea ?
G . Leathem . The inner soul may learn . I cannot put The beauty of my art into mere words ; In picture or in music set it forth ; I may suggest and lighten — that is all . Before the poet 's eye there ever floats A vision of a Land of Heart 's Desire Utopia , Atlantis , Tir - nam - Og , Call it what name you will — where one escapes The ugliness and sordidness of life . In mathematics I have found a land Which jealousy and meanness cannot reach ; A land of ample sweep and vast expanse ; Lifeless and cold indeed , but beautiful With the calm be…
…cease In His Infinite gladness Infinite peace . Out of that tremor Time was made, Worlds crept into being Young and afraid . Slowly , by beauty , His creatures grew wise, Slow dawned its wonder On opening eyes . Men watched adoring His waters roll , Deep flowed His colours Through sense and soul . Moan of creation Rapture that stirs — Blindly they learned it, Years upon years . Till clearly one spirit Cried on His Name From all her lovely And earthly frame .
Arthur Grimble . It seemed there was no room for strife , For all the world was glad with peace , And beauty was at one with life In harmony which could not cease . So instant did contentment seem I could not think it all a dream . But ah , the joy my spirit won Fled as the golden vision passed . The children of my dream are gone : A thousand ages hold them fast. The continent that used to be Is hidden in the purple sea . * BIRTH . CHE who gives birth in woe Forgets her pain at morn , Joyful to know A man is born . And all her senses sing That …
…ife Where lurks some serpent - eyed Fear , passion , or man 's deadly wife Desire , the suicide ! Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty 's King ; Behind me , mightier than the Sun , To whom the cherubs sing , A strong archangel , known of none , Comes crowned and conquering . An angel stands on my right hand With strength of ocean 's wrath ; Upon my left the fiery brand , Charioted fire , smites forth ; Four great archangels to withstand The furies of the path .
…climb, Now that I see my ancient dwelling , The central orb untouched of time, And taste a peace all bliss excelling . Now I have broken Beauty 's wall , Now that my kindred world I hold , I care not though the cities fall And the green earth go cold . THE THREE HILLS . THERE were three hills that stood alone With woods about their feet . They dreamed quiet when the sun shone And whispered when the rain beat . They wore all three their coronals Till men with houses came And scored their heads with pits and walls And thought the hills were tame …
…s into silence sharp and strong , Assumes its peace , and dies . There is the night : it covers close The lilies folded fair Of all your beauty , and the rose Half hidden in your hair . There is the night : unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again , had I my will .
… SUMMER CLOUD . CLIMB , cloud , and pencil all the blue With your miraculous stockade ; The earth will have her joy of you And limn your beauty till it fade . Puzzle the cattle at the grass And paint your pleasure on their flanks ; Shoot , as the ripe cornfield you pass , A shudder down those golden ranks . On wall and window slant your hand And sidle up the garden stair ; Cherish each flower in all the land With soft encroachments of cool air . Lay your long fingers on the sea And shake your shadow at the sun , Darkly reminding him that he Rel…
…ring first and last ? No, this I have known in other ways, In other places, other days. Not only here , on this one peak , Do fixity and beauty speak Of the delusiveness of change Of the transparency of form , The bootless stress of minds that range , The awful calm behind the storm . In many places , many days , The invaded soul receives the rays Of countries she was nurtured in , Speaks in her silent language strange To that beyond which is her kin . Even in peopled streets at times A metaphysic arm is thrust Through the partitioning fabric t…
…s and pleasures of imperfect birth , The very pang of lust ; And love, that comes before all power and worth , Might scarcely shape such beauty out of dust Did you forsake the earth . And yours the wonder of all times and lands , Of tongues , and work of human hearts and hands , Of thought , and deeds , and art . Only to you the unbroken temple stands That human love has wrought in every part To endure among the sands . For you beyond all earthly good we crave , Loveliest of spirits visiting us , save Your shy and seldom brother Who dwells beyo…
…kes, sweet , hard , tender , cold . Oh fair and straight, in a furnace of delight With naked love to blow the flames , they wrought Your beauty of dreams enored in summer night , Sharp flashes of song, and poets' molten thought , And golden ornaments of prodigal spring , And cool in tears they tempered the lovely thing , A cruelty , a wonder , a delight. - A little cruel , for steel must needs be keen And cruel, but a blade of wonder, with spells en wreathed , But a subtle delight of shape and strength and sheen .
…e , Glorifying night with praises of the magic of her healing . Yesterday I was troubled with the words of men , For they had denied the beauty and the sanctity of all things . They had broken the faith with the universal spirit , Saying that nothing is save themselves only , that are unworthy , more than I even , of the knowledge and love of night . And , sore distressed , I listened for her in the time of the great stillness , and was not disappointed . She came to me as a prophet to a stricken people , And her voice I heard vibrating from on…
…ling Loth to desert a sobbing throat so sweet , Unbind the golden anklets on her feet Divest her of her azure veils and cloud Her living beauty in a living shroud . Nay , let her be ! . . . what comfort can we give For joy so frail , for hope so fugitive ? The yearning pain of unfulfilled delight , The moonless vigils of her lonely night ? For the abnormal anguish of her tears , And flowering springs that mock her empty years ? 166
… soul, my life , my very self - and yet He is not I , he stands alone, a man . He cannot see I made him as he is, Gave him the breath of beauty with my kiss, · Taught him the tune of pain , with eyelids wet . He loves me , but he needs me not . A man Needs but himself , and right ; but I — but I I need a child ; I need to hush its cry , And be the god on whom its eyes are set . * THE IRISH POET . M Y eyes are blue with gazing on thy deeps , IV My hair is rippled by thy wind , O sea , My lullaby thy song that never sleeps , As thou art limitless…
…le . Let me pass out beyond the city gate Where I may wander by the water still , And see the faint few stars immaculate Watch their own beauty in its depth , and chill Their own desire within its icy stream . Let me move on with vacant eyes , as one Lost in the labyrinth of some ill dream , Move and move on, and never see the sun