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Page 10 of 1241911 · PDF PAGE 134
II THE GREY HOUR "To resume," observed Rolles as he removed the tea-tray, ”since you have done no prescribed practices (wicked little sister !) you cannot banish the body by bidding it keep silence. So it must be banished by exhaustion, and the spirit awakened by a sevenfold dose of the Elixir.” “ Have you the Elixir?" she asked, rather awed. “It is entrusted to me,“ he answered simply. ”To this laudable end I have appointed a sufficiency of Bisque Kadosh at the Cafe Riche, followed by Homard Cardinal and Truffes au champagne With a savoury of m…
1906 · PDF PAGE 105
ACTUS TERTIUS 99 AEETES. I love him little. Yet my words were true, Nor would it skill him aught if myriad mén Bucklered his back and breast. For when a man Batters with sword-hilt at the frowning gates That lead to the Beyond, not human force— Hardly the favour of the gods themsel ves— Shall stead him in that peril. CHORUS. Yet we know Courage may conquer all things. AEETES. Such a man Is greater than the gods ! CHORUS. If only he Know who he is—that all these gods and men And things are but the shadows of himself! AEETES. I cannot give you ho…
1911 · PDF PAGE 285
THE RITE OF MERCURY Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak Το stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and deed ! Το thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes To little children, as the storm~tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass :— So swift they pass And grind us down :—we hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night …
1911 · PDF PAGE 285
THE RITE OF MERCURY Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak Το stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and deed ! Το thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes To little children, as the storm~tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass :— So swift they pass And grind us down :—we hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night …
1928 · PDF PAGE 69
… was at an end, for there re- mained no more presents, no more bounties to throw among all this human trash, when a brave fellow, a poor little tradesman I think, rose, and catching her by her robe of many- coloured smoke the Fairy who was nearest to him, cried, Ah, dear Lady, you are forgetting us, there is still my little child; I should be sorry to have come here for nothing. The Fairy might have been embarrassed, for there remained no longer anything at all; how- ever; she remembered in time a law very well known, though rarely applied in…
1907 · PDF PAGE 45
L'AMOUR QUI PASSE OVE comes to flit, a spark of steel Struck on the flint of youth and wit; Ay, little maid, for woe or weal, Love comes to flit. Hermes one whisper thrills. Admit! Kupris one smile aims—do you feel? Eros one. arrow—has he hit? Why do you sit there immobile? A spark extinct is not relit. Beyond resource, above appeal, Love comes to flit. 25
1912 · PDF PAGE 40
xl THE EQUINOX Young moon chaste before the dawn, Softest young grass, Oh, have ye seen Diana pass Over the lawn? Oh, little green grasshoppers sleepily chirring, Have ye seen aught in the bright night stirring? Palest moon, and pale green grass, Have ye heard, have ye heard Diana pass? Bright moon, virgin before the dawn, Listening grass, Oh, have ye heard Diana pass Over the lawn ?
1912 · PDF PAGE 40
xl THE EQUINOX Young moon chaste before the dawn, Softest young grass, Oh, have ye seen Diana pass Over the lawn? Oh, little green grasshoppers sleepily chirring, Have ye seen aught in the bright night stirring? Palest moon, and pale green grass, Have ye heard, have ye heard Diana pass? Bright moon, virgin before the dawn, Listening grass, Oh, have ye heard Diana pass Over the lawn ?
1906 · PDF PAGE 47
…n bright brow In grace of silver sculptured ; and therein He stepped; and all the water thin Laughed to receive him ; now the city faded Little by little into many-shaded Clusters of colour. So his boat was drawn Subtly toward the dawn With little labour; and the lake dropped down From the orb’s utter crown O’er the horizon ; and the narrowing sides Showed him the moving tides And pearling waters of a tinier stream Than in a maiden’s dream She laves her silken limbs in, and is glad. Then did indeed the fountains change their tune, Sliding from …
1928 · PDF PAGE 115
…t, at last, all was over. There was nothing more to do but to go back to work even more eagerly than was my custom, so as to drive away, little by little, this tiny corpse which haunted the halls of my brain, and whose phantom with its great fixed eyes wore me out. But the next day I received a packet of letters, some from the tenants in my own house, some from next door; one from the first floor, another from the second, another from the third, and so on; some of them written in a half-jesting style as if seeking to disguise un- der the cloak …
1909 · PDF PAGE 119
…e of a dance than a walk, easily dominated the company. Yet there was at least one really remarkable figure in the pleasant gloom of the little cabaret. A man sat there, timid, pathetic, one would say a man often rebuffed. He was nigh seventy years of age, maybe; he looked older. For him time had not moved at all, ap- parently; for he wore the dress of a beau of the Second Empire. Exquisitely, too, he wore it. Sitting back in his dark corner, the figure would have gained had it been suddenly transplanted to the glare of a State ball and the ste…
1909 · PDF PAGE 119
…e of a dance than a walk, easily dominated the company. Yet there was at least one really remarkable figure in the pleasant gloom of the little cabaret. A man sat there, timid, pathetic, one would say a man often rebuffed. He was nigh seventy years of age, maybe; he looked older. For him time had not moved at all, ap- parently; for he wore the dress of a beau of the Second Empire. Exquisitely, too, he wore it. Sitting back in his dark corner, the figure would have gained had it been suddenly transplanted to the glare of a State ball and the ste…
1910 · PDF PAGE 123
…e flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on 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 To little children, as the storm-tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light ; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass : So swift they pas…
1996 · PDF PAGE 139
…Sleep, and her body embraced me. Altogether I melted into her beauty and was glad. 15. The river also became the river of Amrit, and the little boat was the chariot of the flesh, and the sails thereof the blood of the heart that beareth me, that beareth me.1 1 “Liber LXV,” 11:7-15. 2 [Hippomanes in classical Greece (Grk., imTop.ai>eg) had two forms, both reputed aphrodisiacs: a black caul found on the forehead of new born foals and (as Liddell and Scott’s Greek Lexicon puts it) “a mucous humor that runs from mares a-horsing.” Hippomenes is Ata…
1922 · PDF PAGE 89
…ime of bells announcing early Mass; and gradually my thought became more slow, more dim; the active pleasure of thinking became passive. Little by little the shadows crept across my reverie, and then I knew no more.
1928 · PDF PAGE 112
… long time abroad. What were not my horror and amazement when, returning to my house, the first object which caught my sight was my good little friend, my lifes merry companion, hanging from the panel of the wardrobe! He feet almost touched the floor; a chair which he had doubt- less kicked away was overturned beside him; his head was convulsively crooked over one shoulder; his blood-suffused face, and his eyes, wide open, with affrightening fixity, made me think at the first moment that he was alive. To take him down was not so easy a task as…
1909 · PDF PAGE 130
… will be proved a conclusive proof of my thesis. I think that every failure will be certainly traceable to my own dam foolishness; every little success to courage, skill, wit, tenacity. IfI had but a little more of these! I further take this opportunityof asserting my Atheism. I believe that all these phenomena are as explicable as the formation of hoar-frost or of glacier tables. I believe “Attainment” to be a simple supreme sane state of the human brain. I do not believe in miracles ; I do not think that God could cause a monkey, clergy- man,…
1912 · PDF PAGE 96
…ICA. Oh, if you knew how far the truth was from your guess ! MORTADELLO. Assassin, hypocriteyour sham stigmata bleed ! MONICA. O man of little wit, O bat of little breed ! They are the very scarsit was mine own surprise. Theres more beneath the stars than meets a critics eyes. MORTADELLO. I know you, false and vile. MONICA. The holy wounds are there. Think you no God can smile upon a sinners prayer ? MORTADELLO. If they be true, indeed, our holy faith is naught. MONICA. Is that so strange a screed ?
1928 · PDF PAGE 118
…xity had fastened his gaze upon I knew not what point of heaven, said suddenly, Look, look there; do you see Him? He is sitting on that little lonely cloud, that lit- tle fire-coloured cloud that moves so softly, and He tooone would say that He was look- ing at us. But who then? asked the others. God, he replied, with an accent of perfect conviction. Ah, He is already very far awayin a moment you will not be able to see Him any more; I think He must be travelling, to visit every country.There, there! He is going to pass behind that ro…
1901 · PDF PAGE 49
… you. Ah ! the hour ! He moves. Come back, come back, my life’s one flower ! Come back. One kiss before you leave me. So ! Stop—turn—one little kiss before you go ; It is my right—you must. Oh no ! Oh no !