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Page 10 of 1201902 · PDF PAGE 120
…sery —begin The alluring mysteries of lust and sin ; Ends their delight !— and are they clear to sight ? Or mixed with death, compact of night ? Begin — the bitter tears of impotence. The sad permuted sense Of this despair—what would you ? and renew The long soft warfare—the enchanted arms. The silken body's charms. The lips that murmur and the breasts that sting ; The eyes that sink so deep Beyond the steeps and avenues of sleep, And of their wonder bring No ultimation from the halls of night, The slippery staircase, and the Fatal Throne, The …
1906 · PDF PAGE 84
… a day is ‘lost’ on the 180th degree. Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul with the curse of God: that we are here, Hating the night’s: inexorable hours. THE THIRTY-SECOND DAY. ‘* Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained And prayed me oft forbearance.” Cymbeline, How sweet the soft looks shot, endearing shame With their warm fragrance of love’s modest eyes ! The secret knowledge of our secrecies Shone from their distance with a subtle flame, And gave to pudency a rosier name When the long lashes drooped, and saintlier sighs Took softer…
1909 · PDF PAGE 222
… Of galloping, galloping Love; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear! O moon! O secret sweet! Chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses! Is it a wonder, then, If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness? Nay ! let him fashion an arrow Whose heart is sober and stout! Let him pierce his God to the marrow! Let the soul of his God flow out! Whether a …
1909 · PDF PAGE 222
… Of galloping, galloping Love; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear! O moon! O secret sweet! Chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses! Is it a wonder, then, If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness? Nay ! let him fashion an arrow Whose heart is sober and stout! Let him pierce his God to the marrow! Let the soul of his God flow out! Whether a …
1929 · PDF PAGE 489
…eyond the town limits. "How glad I am you have come," she whispered. "Let us walk together to the grove. You shall sleep on my bosom all night, beneath the shadow of the giant sentinel whose spear points salute the stars." My sweetheart wove herself {770} about me, an intoxicating ambience. Drunk with delight I strode through the silence. It must have been sheer luck that I found the grove, for one cannot see it from a distance, at least on a dark night. But I walked straight to the clump and threw myself down dog-tired and happy beyond all who…
1905 · PDF PAGE 58
…y her dewy tears may lave The violet ;) The mighty answer of the shaken sky To his supreme behest ; the call Of ibex that behold on high Night’s funeral, And see the pale moon quiver and depart Far beyond space, the sun ascend And draw earth’s globe unto his heart To make an end; The shriek of startled birds; the sobs that tear With sudden terror the sharp sea That slept, and wove its golden hair Most mournfully 5 The rending of the earth at his command Who wields the wrath of heaven, and is dumb ; Hell starts up Is overcome. and before his han…
1905 · PDF PAGE 56
…’s wakening hour I think it has the power To touch the soul of sleep With its tender thought, and bid me to awake for joy—and weep. This night I am earlier. No drowsy thoughts drew nigh At eve to make demur That I be minister To Cynthia maidenly : All night I have watched her sail through a black and silver sky. Within my soul there fight Two full and urgent streams, Work’s woe and dream’s delight : Like snow and sun they smite, Days battle hard with dreams : On a world of misty beauty the clearly beams, Aurora So labour fought with pride, And …
1905 · PDF PAGE 134
…nd long to die. Far on the misty ocean’s verge flares out the Southern Cross, And the long billows on the marge of coral idly toss, This night of nights ! The stars disdain a lustre dusk or dim. Twin love-birds on the land complain, a wistful happy hymn. I turn my face toward the main : I laugh and dive and swim. Now fronts me foaming all the light of surf-bound waters pent ; Now from the black breast of the night the Southern Cross is rent. I top the mighty wall of fears ; the dark wave rolls below. A tall swift ship on wings appears, a catara…
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
ROSA IGNOTA Upon thy grave shows bare and white In the chill heart of winter's night. Still shall I feel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the …
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
ROSA IGNOTA Upon thy grave shows bare and white In the chill heart of winter's night. Still shall I feel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the …
1911 · PDF PAGE 22
…es of gold upon the sea. My eyes are brighter than the sun. My tongue is swifter than the lightning. Yet am I hemmed in by the armies of night, singing, singing praises unto Him that is smitten by the thunder- bolt of the abyss. Is not the sky clear behind the sun? These clouds that burn thee up, these rays that scorch the brains of men with blindness; these are heralds before my face of the dissolution and the night. Ye are all blinded by my glory; and though ye treasure in your heart the sacred word that is the last lever of the key to the li…
1910 · PDF PAGE 78
… Blush from the lilac bed. Like a young star even at its birth Shines out the golden head. Sad violets are the maiden girth, Pale flames night-canopied. O gentlest lady ! Lift those eyes, And curl those lips to kiss ! Melt my young boyhood in thy sighs, A subtler Salmacis ! Hike, in that peace, these ecstasies ; In that fair fountain, this ! She fades as starlight on the stream, As dewfall in the dell ; All life and love, one ravishing gleam Stolen from sleeps crucible ; That kiss, that vision is a dream : And Imost miserable ! Still Echo wa…
1911 · PDF PAGE 301
…rough the storm, through the smoke, Το the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke— By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness, The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me ; The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! You were mine, Ο my saint, My maiden, my mate, By the might of the right Of the night of our fate. Though Ι fall, though I faint, Though I char, though I choke, By the hour of our power I invoke, I invoke! Z 123
1911 · PDF PAGE 301
…rough the storm, through the smoke, Το the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke— By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness, The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me ; The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! You were mine, Ο my saint, My maiden, my mate, By the might of the right Of the night of our fate. Though Ι fall, though I faint, Though I char, though I choke, By the hour of our power I invoke, I invoke! Z 123
1898 · PDF PAGE 20
…d all the lights of heaven to window it. [Esmés eyes open.] Esmé! you must wake up and kiss father! ESME [half awake}. He sang to me all night, not his voice only, but a deeper voice that I understood so well as I never understood, a voice like his poem, only more beautiful even than that, and I can’t remember one word, only that he kissed me all the night; and there was as it were a vapour, an incense- cloud, about me, and I could not see—and I am so happy. VAUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESME, Ah! it comes back. He is dead. Oh, God! Oh…
1901 · PDF PAGE 100
…E. ACRED, between the serpent fangs of Pain, Ringed by the vortex of the hurricane, Lurks the abyss of fate : the gloomy cave, Sullen as night, and sleepy as a wave When tempest lowers and dare not strike, gapes wide, Vomiting pestilence ; the deadly bride Of death, Despair, grins charnel-wise : the gate Of Hope clangs resonant : and starless Fate Glowers like a demon brooding over death. Monstrous and mute, the slow resurgent breath Spreads forth its poison : the pale child at play Coughs in his gutter ; the hard slave of day Groans once and d…
1954 · PDF PAGE 447
…es in Nature-you will soon discover the words with a few little experiments; the T is a D, only lighter, quicker and younger-and so Good-night! Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666
1905 · PDF PAGE 149
…ss deeper than its own. Silence hath shattered all the dream-dominions Of life and light: the grey bird’s soul is flown Into a soundless night, Lampless: a vivid flight Beyond the thrones and stars of heaven down hurled, Till the great blackness heaves An iron breast, and cleaves The womb of night, another mightier world. Lost is my soul, and faded The light of life that braided Its comet tresses into golden fire. Fade, fade, the phantoms of desire ! Speed, speed the song of love upon the living lyre! Lo! I abide not, and my lover's glory Abide…
1913 · PDF PAGE 23
…intments distilled from the She heavent of the stars.eturned to thebasic of her And in the morning I returned to the battle , 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 stillne…
1905 · PDF PAGE 174
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE 167 Thy jet smooth body clung to mine awhile, Descending lke the thunder - pregnant night. Ominous, black, thy secret cruel smile Lured me. We lay like death; until the light Thy jet smooth body clung to mine awhile ! Thou wast a lion as an angel then, In copper-glowing lands that gnaws the prey He has regotten from the tribes of men. _ We lay like passion all that deadly day—- Thou wast a lion as an angel then ! Great angel of the brazen brows, great lover, Great hater of my body as my soul, To whom I gave my life and …