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Page 16 of 841912 · PDF PAGE 92
…XXXIII Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath passed unto the tideless sea, That the keen whisper of the wind May bring him that which never men Knew—on the quest, the quest, rides he! So long to seek, so far to find ! So weary was the knight, his limbs Were slack as new-slain dove’s; his knees No longer gripped the charger rude. Listless, he aches ; his purpose swims Exhausted in the oily seas Of laxity and lassitude. The soul subsides; its serious motion Still throbs ; by habit, not by will. And all his lust to win the quest Is but a passive-mild devo…
1904 · PDF PAGE 23
BALLADE OF NEW CRITICISM (AFTER ANDREW LANG) THERE'S a joy like the joy of a lark, There’s a pleasure that’s known to the few, ’Tis to listen all day to the bark Of a critic’s vitriolic review. Corroding the centuries through, It eats since the first poet sang, And they cursed him, and called him a Jew, Before the good zon of Lang. These critics (their style, you remark, Into forests of verbiage grew) Ere Carroll invented the Snark Were ready to eat me and you ; They snorted, they snapped, and they slew, They were mighty of quill and of slang, …
1922 · PDF PAGE 19
…ngry, so to speak, even to waste any time on thinking bitterly about things. And then came the letter from the lawyers. That was another new experience. I had no idea before of the depths to which servility could descend. “ By the way, Sir Peter,’’ said Mr. Wolfe, ‘it will, of course, take a little while to settle up these matters. It’s a very large estate, very large. But I thought that with times as they are, you wouldn’t be offended, Sir Peter, if we handed you an open cheque for a thousand pounds just to go on with.” It wasn’t till I had go…
1930 · PDF PAGE 95
…narticulate ecstasy is replaced by a more sober enjoy- ment of the éléments of the fascination. Just so one’s first dazzled delight in a new landscape turns, as one continues to gaze, to the appréciation of exquisite details of the view. At first they were blurred by the blinding rush of general beauty ; they emerge one by one as the shock subsides, and passionate rapture yields to intelligent interest. In the same way the Adept almost always begins by torrential lyrics panting out mystical extravagances about “ineffable love”, “unimaginable bl…
1954 · PDF PAGE 205
172 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS approach to Sanctuaries which of necessity are closely guarded, but merely to the recognition of a new-comer to that part of the world in general. Of course all these miracles are very naughty of you; they mean that your magical power has sprung a few small leaks; at least, the water is oozing between some planks not sealed as Hermetically as they should be. But oh-and this is naughtier still-it is a blessed, blessed comfort that they happen, that chance, coincidence, and all the rest will simply not explain it all away…
1901 · PDF PAGE 115
…and fact: and so believes. So man grew up and so religion grew. Now when the zons grow to millionfold, Hath earth one mystery, one glory new ? Are not these thoughts immeasurably old ? Only—day breaks as I am musing sadly; The phantoms scatter—is not earth divine ? I leap to saddle; gallop forward madly Into the morning strong and keen as wine. The gold air whistles and the glad horse thunders, Spurning the quiet woodland: now the light Stirs bird and beast—a thousand glowing wonders Flash into glory, lambent to the sight. I know, I feel the Go…
1905 · PDF PAGE 49
…ind about my spirit lying coils ; Thy charm enticeth, for the spoils of victory, all an evil mind. Thy perfume doth confound my thought, new longings echo, and I crave Doubtful liaisons with the grave and loves of Parthia for sport. I think perhaps no longer yet, but dream and lust for stranger things Than ever sucked the lips of kings, or fed the tears of Mahomet. Quaint carven vampire bats, unseen in curious hollows of the trees, Or deadlier serpents coiled at ease round carcasses of birds unclean ; All wandering changeful spectre shapes that…
1922 · PDF PAGE 385
… absolutely convincing study of degeneration, that degeneration which ruins so many of the rich, young, idle people. The “smart set’’ of New York is hurled into the limelight and mercilessly revealed. A witty, pungent, and entirely orginal book. DANDELION DAYS Henry Williamson This is the tale of a boy’s last terms at a public school, a very sensitive, unusual boy, and it is in a sense a sequel to The Beautiful Years. It is the work of a very clever young writer whose nature essays have attracted the widest attention here and in America, and is…
1922 · PDF PAGE 102
… great hurry. Lou and I got a car and spent the afternoon in the Bois du Boulogne. It seemed as if the cocaine had taken hold of us with new force, or else it was the addition of the heroin. We were living at the same terrific speed as on that first wild night. The intensity was even more extra- ordinary ; but we were not being carried away by it. In one sense, each hour lasted a fraction of a second, and yet, in another sense, every second lasted a life- time. We were able to appreciate the minutest details of life to the full. I want to expla…
1905 · PDF PAGE 46
… odours bring, that starry seas wash white in vain ; intense and warm The scents fulfil ; they permeate all lips, all arteries, and fire New murmured music on the lyre that throbs the horrors they create. Omniscient blossom ! Is thy red slack bosom fresher for my kiss ? Are thy loves sharper ? Hast thou bliss in all the sorrow of the dead ?
1913 · PDF PAGE 173
ROSA IGNOTA I INVOCATION My unknown Rose! Sweet-hearted, scented purely With all the passion of my heart, if now I sing new songs to thee Where many songs before have marked thee surely Their own, let vagrant Liberty Inform my songs; for I, of the pure brow And the soul that glows With the fervency of eld, invoke thee; for I have known thee : Wandering far into the cities I found thee, Unsuspected still, and round thee The idle worshippers that the wind hath blown thee. It is well; for I know thee and thy magic grace, And the history of thy rac…
1913 · PDF PAGE 173
ROSA IGNOTA I INVOCATION My unknown Rose! Sweet-hearted, scented purely With all the passion of my heart, if now I sing new songs to thee Where many songs before have marked thee surely Their own, let vagrant Liberty Inform my songs; for I, of the pure brow And the soul that glows With the fervency of eld, invoke thee; for I have known thee : Wandering far into the cities I found thee, Unsuspected still, and round thee The idle worshippers that the wind hath blown thee. It is well; for I know thee and thy magic grace, And the history of thy rac…
1922 · PDF PAGE 277
…. As I set foot in the car, I heard the landlady asking what she should do if the lady and gentleman came back. I gave the address of my new rooms. As I stumbled into the seat the clear incisive tones of Lala rang across. , “ You'd better tell them that Sir Peter’s far from well. He will probably not be able to see any one this week.” I sat limply, shaken by the vibrations of the car. I was an empty vessel; but I felt that, as we got out of the twisted network of streets, and the automobile bounded forward, I was escaping from some infernal lab…
1899 · PDF PAGE 157
…s scarce a sleep, Life’s darkest shadow shadeth Memories that chide and weep, Only delights grow clearer, More exquisite and nearer, And new life-arteries leap To fresh loves, into being, From blindness into seeing, Beyond God’s mountains steep. The words of promise spoken Flourish and flower unbroken, And for His holy token The mirror of the deep. Sing on, thou lyric lover, Sing on, and thrill me long With such delights as cover The days and deeds of wrong. Live lyre of songs immortal That pierce Heaven’s fiery portal — With shafts of splendou…
1899 · PDF PAGE 47
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 39 From the far strand of Lesbos ; then there came Into their eyes a new and awful flame Suddenly burning ; now upon the beach The waves kept tune in unexpressive speech As sad voice drew nigh ; the hero shrank Like one in awe ; the flame shot up and sank From the crimson-vestured altar ; then the song Found in the wavering breeze from over sea a tongue. Here, on the crimson stand of blood-red waters, We, Cypris, not thy daughters, Clad in bright flame, filled with unholy wine, O Cypris, none of thine !— Here, kissing in the…
1901 · PDF PAGE 34
…now your golden heart, This detestation of yourself shall cry The cry of Edipus—“ I have profaned——” ULRIC. What sphinx more cruel? What new C:dipus ? You riddle, Cora, and it breaks my heart. [He sinks exhausted. (Rallying.) By God, I swear to you no lie shall keep Its Dead Sea bar against our marrying. CORA. The truth! Thetruth! Thetruth! I am indeed That whore I told you. That makes nothing here. I am the mother of thy bastard birth!
1910 · PDF PAGE 462
…XXXIII Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath passed unto the tideless sea, That the keen whisper of the wind May bring him that which never men Knew—on the quest, the quest, rides he! So long to seek, so far to find ! So weary was the knight, his limbs Were slack as new-slain dove’s; his knees No longer gripped the charger rude. Listless, he aches ; his purpose swims Exhausted in the oily seas Of laxity and lassitude. The soul subsides; its serious motion Still throbs ; by habit, not by will. And all his lust to win the quest Is but a passive-mild devo…
1910 · PDF PAGE 462
…XXXIII Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath passed unto the tideless sea, That the keen whisper of the wind May bring him that which never men Knew—on the quest, the quest, rides he! So long to seek, so far to find ! So weary was the knight, his limbs Were slack as new-slain dove’s; his knees No longer gripped the charger rude. Listless, he aches ; his purpose swims Exhausted in the oily seas Of laxity and lassitude. The soul subsides; its serious motion Still throbs ; by habit, not by will. And all his lust to win the quest Is but a passive-mild devo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 142
…ench ! " So, with a thousand tears and kisses, they parted She would not come to see him off; her self-command was weakened alike by her new love and by the terrible ordeal that she had undergone, Her mind remembered nothing of it— such is the merciful order of things ; but her soul, beaten with rods, was sore. So Edgar Rolles went to England to his martyrdom, with a lock of her hair in his pocket-book; and he turned martyr— dom to battle, and battle to victory. Kingdoms have been won for an eyelash, before now. 134
1911 · PDF PAGE 142
…ench ! " So, with a thousand tears and kisses, they parted She would not come to see him off; her self-command was weakened alike by her new love and by the terrible ordeal that she had undergone, Her mind remembered nothing of it— such is the merciful order of things ; but her soul, beaten with rods, was sore. So Edgar Rolles went to England to his martyrdom, with a lock of her hair in his pocket-book; and he turned martyr— dom to battle, and battle to victory. Kingdoms have been won for an eyelash, before now. 134