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… dust : I was the love that dies, And I had slain the lover With song. Ah! Night! discover Her of the wanton eyes That fled before me So long, And scattered o'er me Alas! the star-dust that should blind mine eyes, And hide me from the skies. Is love so strong? So weak the lover? Yea, night shall yet discover My song, my veiléd song. 153
… lunatic, in a fantastic (and evidently senseless and aimless) endeavour to explain to himself his experience of his muscular movements. Long before that, Kant had told us that space was subjective, a necessary condition of thinking; and while every one must agree with this, it is obvious that it does not tell us much about it. 7. Now let us look into our minds and see what idea, if any, we can form about space. Space is evidently a continuum. There cannot be any difference between any parts of it because it is wholly where. It is pure backgrou…
… me somewhat.] 12.26 p.m. 12.57 p.m. 31m. 30 breaks, [Mantra evolved into “tartsano.”+ I was not in good form and suspect many breaks of long duration.] I keep Mantra going all day. 4.58 p.m. 5.9 p.m. Pranayama 11m. Perspiration. 5.14 p.m. 5.25pm. Pranayama 11 m. Wound up with a Grand = Prana- yama.t 5.28 p.m. 6.6 p.m. 38 m. 30 breaks. [Very tired towards end and difficult to get settled. To me it seems evident that the first ten breaks or so are rapid.] 6.10 p.m. 6.26 p.m. Pranayama 16 m. 8.15 p.m. 8.47 p.m. Ajna with 32m. 22 breaks, Mantra [L…
… me somewhat.] 12.26 p.m. 12.57 p.m. 31m. 30 breaks, [Mantra evolved into “tartsano.”+ I was not in good form and suspect many breaks of long duration.] I keep Mantra going all day. 4.58 p.m. 5.9 p.m. Pranayama 11m. Perspiration. 5.14 p.m. 5.25pm. Pranayama 11 m. Wound up with a Grand = Prana- yama.t 5.28 p.m. 6.6 p.m. 38 m. 30 breaks. [Very tired towards end and difficult to get settled. To me it seems evident that the first ten breaks or so are rapid.] 6.10 p.m. 6.26 p.m. Pranayama 16 m. 8.15 p.m. 8.47 p.m. Ajna with 32m. 22 breaks, Mantra [L…
…utumn of sweet fruit. What other worship can usurp my days When I may lie amid her sunny tresses Enraptured by the music of her lute One long calm love, one heart’s delight always ? 2 Bright spheres of heaven, firefly gleams, fair ghosts Laugh lightly to the silver globe of night That glitters on green fields, and on the sea
…od ! Who hidest visions underneath thy rod, And hast all dreams and all desires and fears, All secrets and all loves and joys Of all the long vague years For lightsome maidens and desire-pale boys Within thy worship. We desire thy bitter rod, O high Lord God !
…....................................... 86 The Parsons Prayer ........................................... 92 THE BROMO BOOK PARODIES 1. Long before Dawn ....................................... 99 Before Dawn. SWINBURNE. 2. Rondel .......................................................102 Rondel Kissing her hair, SWINBURNE. 3. To Tite fragment .....................................103 Dolores, SWINBURNE. 4. Stephanos..................................................104 Dolores, SWINBURNE. 5. A Snatch.......................................…
…. You will. You have written more than this. ANGELA. If I must — SIR PERCY. You must. ANGELA. Ah love ! (She yields herself up to him. A long pause.) Learn my first lesson ; at these great moments of life, silence is the best. (Aside.) There is a more important one. Had that silly gowk but the wit to lead him — “ à fin — where were I now ? Not a drain on his stores, but a — Professor Spooner, in your next lecture warn the girls to go slow ; it is dangerous as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SIR PERCY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a…
…nd for ever! I knew the danger of the deed The while enrapt, I gladdened. My eyes upon the dancer feed As one by daylight saddened After long night whose slumbers bleed, By dreams deceived and maddened ! It might be—the delusive dance, The shadowy form I saw, Apollo’s misty quivering lance Thrown to elude God’s law ; It might be—doth the maid advance, Evanish, or withdraw? So stung by certainty’s mistrust, Or tranced in dream of sin, Or blinded by some Panic dust, By Dionysian din — Deafened, arose the laughing lust To fling my body in! I stood…
THE SILENCE OF COLUMBINE 113 Of your long hairs that hiss Drew me so subtly to it ? We stole one lightning kiss With only God to view it. IV Hush ! Across the stair. How its creak is thunder ! Now care ! now dare ! be ware ! Orsaved ! at last Im there, Drowned in your torrent hair, A flame, a waif, a wonder. A lioness in her lair Your body leaps from under. V Take the prize on trust ! Dare the course and run it ! Sweet knight, you win the just, Your thrust ! a gust of lust ! Ah, God, then, if you must Wordless still, weve won it ! Tall T…
…E BEAUTIFUL AND DAMNED F. Scott Fitzgerald This book has caused an even greater sensation in America than This Side of Paradise. It is a long, searching, and 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 se…
… called Tunisia, but from of old sacred with many sanctities. Thus far it is permitted me to speak freely of that which came to me in my long search for the True Wisdom; but to me in my long search for the True Wisdom; but to declare the Mode of mine Initiation, whereby I gained ingress to the Place called the Temple of Truth (but by some Dar-el-Jalal) it is forbidden. Nor may I disclose in what land that House is to be found, more openly than to say: It is cut from the living rock of the middle point of the summit of an high mountain apart, th…
… those depths of azure sea Where her eyes dwell, bids them glint amorously, While the intense hushed music of his breath Sighs, till her longing grows divine as death— So, fairer far, drew dawn on Idas grove. The young sun rose, whose burning lips of love Kissed the green steeps, whose beamy locks of flame Brushed oer the dewy pastures, with acclaim Of tuneful thrushes shrill with mountain song, And noise of nightingales, and murmur long— A sigh half-sad, as if remembering earth And all the massy pillars of her girth ; Half-jubilant, as if fo…
…einrich, wastrel of the Court, Yet hides a heart beneath the foolish face. And lo ! The Landgrave ! Flushed, undignified ! The chase was long—if he could see himself! Wind, wind the mort ! What call will answer me When I step forward ? Am I dead, I wonder, Or merely on my hare-brain quest ? Three years Since I was seen in Germany ! \^He descends the hill and enters the company. Hail, friends ! Good cousin Landgrave, merry be the meet ! Landgrave. Hands off me, fellow ! Who are you .'' Tannhauser. My lord, Your cousin. Is my face so changed with…
…o key to unlock the gate of Hell. There is no escape from the eternal round, No hope in love, or victory, or art. There is no plumb-line long enough to sound The abysses of my heart!
…o key to unlock the gate of Hell. There is no escape from the eternal round, No hope in love, or victory, or art. There is no plumb-line long enough to sound The abysses of my heart!
Straining my eyes in horror and defeat Toward the long vista seen where rescue seems to greet. The vessel fills with brackish foam. I drink, Drink to the end, and stagger on alone Without a staff to hold me if I sink In the hot quagmires of untrusty stone. Foodless and beastless, so despairing grown, I know not, care not, only trust that soon The sun’s dominion may be overthrown, And o’er the wilderness appear the moon With cold lips to bestow the inestimable boon. Still I have never prayed for death, but rather Would be found fighting toward t…
…se 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 splendour strong,
…a ghost in drapery. The solemn dusk descending creeps around us from the East ; Clouded as with the ungainly head of a mysterious beast. Long wisps of darkness (even as fingers) reach and hold The sobbing West toward them, clasp the barred Hesperian gold. 79
…d 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 devotion. (Ay! soon the blood shall run right …