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…rave and clever! This sort of thing goes on for ever,” IX, On earth I dreaded impotence, Age, death. You see, I had no sense. Best be an old man ere you die; They wish insensibility, So are their pains the duller. Hell Is managed infinitely well 106
…? Coagulated yolk of the addled egg Of chaos ! Hatch it out ! That’s why I AM. Hoo — hoo — hoo — hoo — hoo ! Oh ! — now the white of the old egg is curdled Into a ragged fleece. Ga ! Ga ! I’ve got a son : What will it be ? O heaven — a lamb ! I’m Yaugh Waugh, Yaugh Waugh. I’ll call it Yaugh Shaugh Waugh. Good ! Can you talk,
…me laugh to see her Writhing in her pains. — Come hither, Mistress ! join us, laughing freer As thy lips and cheeks grow whiter, And the old loves shrink and wither At the kisses of the smiter ! Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! a knock I hear... By my maidhood, who comes here ? The stable door is pushed in, and three holy kings appear, sur- rounded by their retinue. They enter in solemn procession, and seat themselves at the central stall. GOVINDA Say, my brother, is the vision That thou sawest in the grove Answered ? CHAU Doth the exact division Of the azimuth …
80 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. With the smoke that madness finds The sole cloak of anarchy. Misty vapours demon-wrought Fill the cold clear dome of thought. ALEXANDER Mother, I have brought him myrrh. Sorrow black and sinister Shall his name bring to the race. Wheresoever on the earth Shall be heard his hissing name Shall be madness and disgrace, Falsehood, barrenness, and shame For the folk of praise and worth. All the pure, the fair, the young Shall taste curses on his tongue ; But the old, the chill, the base, Shall find beauty in his face. Also, o…
78 XXX STARRED is the blackness of the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still…
…ith only half a face to face the world with. He still thinks that Gertrude gave him away, for the street-boys have taken to calling him old Venus. But he is wrong; the boys have their aesthetic reasons for the name. Gertrude in any case is much too busy to bother her head about him; for, after a year in the Latin Quarter, if she has failed to surpass Degas and Manet and OConor, she has at least conquered the great pianist Wlody- wewsky, and it takes her all her time to manage him and keep the baby out of mischief. Theodore Bugg needs no help…
…e of Her? O Nature! Self-begotten! Spouse of God, The Glory of thy Countenance unveiled ! Thy face, O mother ! Splendour of the Gods! Behold ! amid the glory of her hair And light shed over from the crown thereof, Wonderful eyes less passionate than Peace That wept! That weot! O mystery of Love! Clasping my hands upon the-scarlet rose That flamed upon my bosom, the keen thorns Pierced me and slew! My spirit was with- drawn Into Her godhead, and my soul made One With the Great Sorrow of the Universe, The Love of Isis! Then I fell away Into some …
…eak, Jephthah, speak! What ill has fallen? Speak! [Szlence. After a little the Chorus of Maidens understand, and break into watling. The old men gradually understand, and fill the atr with incoherent lamentations. BehindJephthah the soldiers, with white lips, have assumed their military formation, and stand at atten- tion by a visible effort of self-control.
…m and the blizzard! The ancient and devoted dizzard! Appear, thou dream of loveliness! She wore a rose and amber dress, With broidery of old gold. Her hair Was long and starry, gilded red. Her face was laughter, shapen fair By the sweet things she thought and said. Her whiteness rustled as she walked. Her hair sang tunes across the air. She sighed, laughed, whispered, never talked. She smiled, and loves devout and rare Flickered about the room. She stayed Still in the dusk : her body sang Out full and clear “‘O love me!” Rang The silver couplet…
LIMERICKS I There was an old man of Manchuria, Who suffered from painful dysuria, It was not (yes, you thought it) From a girl that he caught it, But from trying to read Brownings Luria. II There was a young scholar of Spy Hill Who retired after lunch to a high hill. Said his friends Well, how was it ? A healthy deposit ? He sighed Vox, et praeterea nihil. III There was a young man of Cape Town, Who acquired European renown By sucking his come From his bugger-boys bum, Swallowing it, and keeping it down. IV There once was a Kensingt…
…y stature immense, the terrible form of a fiend! I hear not a word, ' Though my music be rolled As the song of a bird Through fields of gold. Hast thou not heard? Have I not told The magic that bridleth the Gods, the Gods in their houses of old? , : 92
…yet at least some Masters prefer to reincarnate in the regular way, only taking care to waste no time in Amennti, but to get back to the Old Bench and pick up the New Tools with the minimum of delay. By having attained the Freedom of "Elysian, windless, fortunate abodes Beyond Heaven's constellated wilderness" "we are blessed; and bless" by refusing to linger therein, but shouldering once more "Atlantean the load of the too vast orb of" the Karma of Mankind. This hypothesis does at least make intelligible Their action in riding for a fall inste…
…THOUT TEARS hun dred percent red-blooded , clean-living, heir of the Eternities , takes his young fiancee and female counterpart to the "Old Absinthe House" in New Orleans to show her the terrible results of Wrong-Doing. They are going to avoid all that ; their child is going to be the Quintessence of Americanism. They marry and take a cottage by Lake Pasquaney . Presently , he being (so she said) away on a business trip, the tradesmen complained that she seemed to need very little pabulum. Somehow, people got suspicious , and sure enough, when…
…y to the south. Below, gray seas were tumbling. It seemed to me (insanely enough) that their moving wrinkles were the laughter of a very old man. I had a sudden intuition that something was wrong; and an instant later came an unmistakable indication of the trouble. I was out of gas. My mind shot back with a vivid flash of hatred toward King Lamus. ‘A case of indiscretion!’’ He'd as good as called me a fool to my face. I thought of him as the sea, shaking with derisive laughter. All the time I had been chuckling over my dear old squad commander.…
…behind him skulked that crew That lurked, and itched to kill him, him unarmed, Not daring ! But he reached his hand to me ! " Good luck, old friend ! " and, smiling, he was gone. Gone to the Pope —Great soul to mountebank ! It was her wish, they whisper. Well-a-day ! He's gone, and not a friend have I again. This bank is soft with delicate white moss. No pillow better in broad Germany. Were Madeline but here ! What rustle stirs 135
…days, and we would part. And she prayed heaven that she might be dead, And I cursed heaven and my foolish head. I strove to turn towards old shapes of Art ; She, to some phantom faded from her heart. 75
…Answers his lordly bugle-calls. She rees him an ungainly rede Of ghosts and virgins, doves and wombs, Of roods and prophecies and tombs— Old pagan fables run to seed! Sir Palamede with fury fumes. So doth the Head that jabbers fast Against that woman’s tangled tale. (God’s patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fle…
…Answers his lordly bugle-calls. She rees him an ungainly rede Of ghosts and virgins, doves and wombs, Of roods and prophecies and tombs— Old pagan fables run to seed! Sir Palamede with fury fumes. So doth the Head that jabbers fast Against that woman’s tangled tale. (God’s patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fle…
Vedere Napoli e poi—pro patrid—mori 109 imagine that I’d let an old pal down. Any time you find yourself with a little loose cash, just weigh in. You can have it out of my bit.” “ Well, that’s really too good of you,” I said, “ and I won’t forget it. It’ll be all right, I suppose, now you’ve got the thing through, to wait till I get back to England.” “Why, of course,” he replied. ‘“ Don’t think about business at all. It was really rotten of me to talk shop to a man on his honeymoon.” Lou took up the conversation. ‘“ But do tell us,” she began, …
… Yes, I do, and rely on the context to crystallize this most fluid-or gaseous-of expressions. 'Us'. Why 'us'? Is this a reference to the Old School Tie, or that Finishing School in Brussels, and the ticket to the Royal Enclosure at Ascot? I do not suppose for a moment that you meant it that way: but it's there. And so- Anecdote of Lao-tze. The Old One was surrounded as usual by a galaxy of adoring disciples, and they were trying to get him to show them where the Tao was to be found. It was in the Sun and Moon, he admitted; it was in the Son 3. …