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…moons of labour Into the compass of a single day : And wrought into continuous tune, One laughter with one langour for its neighbor, One thought of winter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chiselled with the cunning chisel of despair, Found wanting, well aware Of its own fault, even insistent Thereon ; some fragrance rare Stolen from my ladys hair Perchance redeeming now and then the distant Fugitive tunes ; Ah ! Love ! the hour is over ! The moon is up, the vigil overpast. Call me to thee at last, O Rose, O perfect mi…
1930 · PDF PAGE 89
…him. If he should find that he has stopped without willing to do so, and that figures appear, let him at ail costs rise above them. Yea, though his very life tremble on his lips, let him force his way upward and onward! 5. Let him continue in this so long as the breath of life is in him. Whatever threatens, whatever allures, though it were Typhon and ail his hosts loosed from the pit and leagued against him, though it were from the very Throne of God Himself that a voice issues bidding him stay and be content, let him struggle on, ever on. 6. A…
1905 · PDF PAGE 176
…secret of life and its gladness Are hidden in strength that distils A potion of madness from berries of sadness Grown wild in the hills. Though the earth be disparted and rended, Thus only the great peaks change That their image is moulded and bended Into all that a fancy may range ; And the silence my song could refigure To the note of a bird did I will, Of glory or rigour, of passion or vigour— The change were to ill ! For silence is better than singing Though a Shelley wove songs in the sky, And hovering is sweeter than winging ; To live is …
1904 · PDF PAGE 92
A SONNET OF SPRING FASHIONS My Chloe has asked for a sonnet To hymn her ccerulean hat. Of course I mayn’t call it a bonnet (Though the rhyme would come awfully pat). It has cherries and strawberries on it, It’s trimmed with the tail of a rat. I think that this verse, if she con it, Is likely to fall very flat. Better luck, as I hope, with the sestet. I cannot write sonnets, my Chloe, They turn out so terribly doughy ! I only write this, as you pressed it. Though now, you'll admit, it looks showy, In writing I heartily blest it! 80
1898 · PDF PAGE 82
… us your paean ; Triumph of gods that are known secretly, not by a name, Gods whose implacable feet have trampled the god Galilean, Cast though they be into hell, given to death and to shame. Heaven and hell has striven in war, Sappho and Hylas, with Christ and Jah ; We are of those, though they lose their power, Never shall fade their fiery flower.
1939 · PDF PAGE 5
…t of breath; Birth shoots a shaft, weighed down by age, That strikes the target, death. Then come, thou golden goblet brimmed With lust! Though all be vain, Theres hope for us, the lion-limbed, In hashish and cocaine. Though death should hale us by the scruff Of neck tos mouldy portal, To-night let us get drunk enough To know we are immortal!
1903 · PDF PAGE 48
…d the orison Scrawled backwards, as a bad magician must. By these vile tricks, abominable spells, I drew foul horrors from a many hells— Though I had fathomed Fate ; though I had seen Chastity charm-proof arm the sea-gray eyes And sweet clean body of my spirit’s queen, Where nothing dwells that God did not devise. 28
1910 · PDF PAGE 108
…! the hour is over ! The moon is up, the vigil overpast. Call me to thee at last, O Rose, O perfect miracle lover, Call me ! I hear thee though it be across The abyss of the whole universe, Though not a sigh escape, delicious loss ! Though hardly a wish rehearse The imperfection underlying ever The perfect happiness. Thou knowest that not in flesh Lies the fair fresh Delight of love ; not in mere lips and eyes The secret of these bridal ecstasies, Since thou art everywhere, Rose of the World, Rose of the Uttermost Abode of Glory, Rose of the Hi…
1903 · PDF PAGE 6
…rowded out, and the possibility of religion is equally excluded. We may now shift our objective. The Hindus cannot account intelligibly, though they try hard, for Maya, the cause of all suffering. Their position is radically weak, but at least we may say for them that they have tried to square their religion with their common sense. The Christians, on the other hand, though they saw whither the Manichean Heresy * must lead, and crushed it, have not officially admitted the precisely similar conclusion with regard to man, and denied the existence…
1898 · PDF PAGE 116
… and the tide ; My love by the heaven was bounded, And knew not a barrier beside ; My faith beyond heaven was grounded, as God to abide. Though death be the stain on our roses, The roses of heaven are white ; Though day on the world of us closes, The stars only dream of the night As of music that roars and reposes and dies in delight. 106
1904 · PDF PAGE 67
…c—victory at peace Mingling with sweeter epithalamy— To tell our friends how happy was the quest. MEDEA. But not those strains of music, though divine From Orpheus’ wingéd lyre, exalt at all Our joy to joy, beyond all music’s power! CHORUS. I fear Aeetes and the Pelian guile. JASON. Fear is but failure, herald of distress! MEDEA, What virtue lives there in the coward’s heart? CHORUS. In sooth, I have no fear at all—to flee. JASON. Night, like a mist, steals softly from the East. The hand of darkness gathers up the folds Of day’s gold garment, a…
1912 · PDF PAGE 99
… no shape, no voice had it Wherewith to daunt the eye or ear; Yet all the horror of the pit Clad it with all the arms of fear. Moreover, though he sought to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon sh…
1901 · PDF PAGE 11
“ CARMEN SAECULARE.” “ I prophesy, with feet upon a grave, Of death cast out, and life devouring death. * * * * * Of freedom, though all manhood were one slave ; Of truth, though all the world were liar ; of love That time nor hate can raze the witness of.” SWINBURNE, Tiresias. INE voices that raise high the eternal hymn ! Nine faces that ring round the rainbow sky ! Hear me ! The century’s lamp is growing dim ; Saturnian gloom descends and it must die. Fill, fill my spirit to the utter brim With fire and melody ! O nine sweet sisters ! I have …
1910 · PDF PAGE 469
… no shape, no voice had it Wherewith to daunt the eye or ear; Yet all the horror of the pit Clad it with all the arms of fear. Moreover, though he sought to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon sh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 469
… no shape, no voice had it Wherewith to daunt the eye or ear; Yet all the horror of the pit Clad it with all the arms of fear. Moreover, though he sought to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon sh…
1899 · PDF PAGE 213
…ace, for being the centre of all things, Time is to us the Now, and Space the Here ; From us all Matter radiates, is a part , Of our own thoughts and souls ; because we love. Thou shudderest, clinging to me; though the night Jewels her empire with the frosty crown Of thousand-twinkling stars, whose hoary crests Burn where light touches them, with diamond points Of infinite far fire, save where the sea Is ebony with sleep, and though the wind Pierces the marrow, since it is the word Of the Almighty, and cuts through the air That may not stay its…
1909 · PDF PAGE 134
… little comedy—two essays—a dozen poems or so—two or three short stories—odds and ends of one sort and another: it’s a miserable record, though the Tragedy is good enough to last a life. It marks an epoch in literature, though nobody else will guess it for fifty years yet. The travel, too, has been rubbish. It’s been a petty, peddling year. The one absolute indication is: on no account live otherwise than alone. But it is 1035; these considerations, though in a way pertaining to the Work, are not the Work itself. Let me begin to inflame myselfinf…
1909 · PDF PAGE 51
JOHN ST. JOHN 10.42. though, with a little scourging, torturing, and branding by fire. . . . Anything for a quiet life! But scourging oneself is not easy with a robe on; and though one could take it off, there is this point to be considered : that one can never (except by a regrettable accident) hurt oneself more than one wants to. In other words, it is impossible thus to inflict pain, and so flagellants have been rightly condemned as mere volup- tuaries. The only way to do so would be to inflict some torture whose severity one could not gauge at t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 165
Harold Monro . Innocent . Harmless ! He shall be burnt in Hell , I vow . Caustic . Though Hell be but a figment of the brain ? Joseph . Jehovah comes to vengeance even now . Geoffrey . I sing for ever, though I sing in vain . John . Still , still I seek Him : all of you are wrong . He must exist . I cannot understand Why He withholds His countenance so long . Farewell . Joscelyn . Stay ! See , Bernardo is at hand . John . Bernardo ! Joy ! Come , herald of the dawn , Renowned Bernardo , whom men call the true ! The cloud shall lift . The veil sh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 13
…l Haji flourished in circa 1600 A.D., well after the classic era of Persian poetry. But his style is highly praised by competent judges, though the older school regret the way in which he has broken away from tradition in : (a) the introduction of coarse expressions. (b) the undue exercise of poetic license : such as (1) his extension of the usual license re the genitive kasra to all kasra sounds. (2) his occasional breach of the rule which forbids two inert consonants to occur togeth- er, though a friendly commentator inge- niously asserts tha…