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…the carnival Of summer over field and flood . But when love comes ! Ah, when love comes , For him no fetters bid him stay , No thorns of thought counsel delay When pulses beat like battle drums . For him it is the cry , the call Of the great mother , merciless : O Love ! untamed arbitress , Full - blooded , pulsing , virginal !
…t God Stooped from his heaven and smiled on me , A patron with a kingly nod To greet his slaves aspirancy ! And the dim waves of surging thought Seemed to take substance by his grace , As when a sculptor who has wrought His passion into a marble face , All his imagination feeds From contours moulded by his skill , And the reflected glow exceeds The parent spark of mind and will . Once more all earth and heaven were strange , Strange to the sea the river flowed ; But not as on that primal change , When panic launched a quivering goad , And prick…
…e. Utterly incapable of keeping to a subject, he would drag the conversation down again and again to the sole subject of which he really thought — sex and sex-perversions and sex and sex and sex and sex again, This was the plain resuit of his spiritism. Ail spiritists are more or less similarly afflicted. They feel dirty even across the Street j their auras are ragged, muddy and malodorous; they ooze the slime of putrefying coprses. No spiritist, once he is wholly enmeshed in sentimentality and Freudian fear-phantasms, is capable of concentrate…
…gasp of awed amazement while I walked up to the men. They followed me across the mauvis pas without a moment’s hesitation. They probably thought it was magic or something. No matter what. But at least they felt sure that they could come to no harm by following a man so obviously under the protection of the mountain gods.” Cockie had gone deathly white. He understood with absolute clarity the point of the anecdote. He felt his manhood shamed that he was in the power of this blind black craving. He didn’t really believe that Lamus was telling the…
… (temporarily) disap- peared almost entirely under the treatment of a very skilful doctor at that Spa, a Dr. Barbezieux, a most kind and thoughtful man. I am going to try, said Arthur, to penetrate my- self. Am I an animal, and is the world without a pur- pose? Or am I a soul in a body? Or am I, one and indi- visible in some incredible sense, a spark of the infinite light of God? I am going to think inwards: I shall possi- bly go into some form of trance, unintelligible to myself. You may be able to interpret it. The experiment had lasted a…
… and you cannot expect The flowers to grow without dew— Please listen with proper respect To a serious ballade or two! The sprinkling of thought I am seeding May gather, take root, and reject The things that would hinder its breeding (Comme il faut, that’s to say, and correct) 37
…n May look on the Things to Be ; A tremulous Shade, a Thing Unmade, Stood Lost by the silent Sea; And shuddering fought the o’erwhelming thought Of Its own Identity. Is the frenzied form that derides the storm A ghost of the days to Be? And the restless wave but the troubled grave Of Its own dread Imagery? Or merely a wraith cast up without faith From the jaws of a Phantom Sea? To his Love Unborn in that grey dim Dawn Did the Shade of the Dreamer flee; Nor marked he the Flood where the Vision had stood Which mocks for Eternity. For the Soul he …
…n May look on the Things to Be ; A tremulous Shade, a Thing Unmade, Stood Lost by the silent Sea; And shuddering fought the o’erwhelming thought Of Its own Identity. Is the frenzied form that derides the storm A ghost of the days to Be? And the restless wave but the troubled grave Of Its own dread Imagery? Or merely a wraith cast up without faith From the jaws of a Phantom Sea? To his Love Unborn in that grey dim Dawn Did the Shade of the Dreamer flee; Nor marked he the Flood where the Vision had stood Which mocks for Eternity. For the Soul he …
… rampant ululations of preposterous puberty. These are the very eructations of gingerbread ; they are the flatulence of calf-sickness. I thought I had taught the boy more sense. He weakens, and I weary. As you will, my Lady Glenstrae ! Hortense ! (Hortense enters with a glass of brandy.) Brandy ! HORTENSE. Here, milady. ANGELA. Not enough, you she-devil. More ! More ! Exit. Angela falls back to sleep. SCENE XI Paris. ANGELA, LORD and LADY GLENSTRAE, SIR PERCY DE PERCIVALE. ANGELA. You will not believe what I tell you ? These friends will tell y…
…n. One winter day So silent and so still she lay That I took cold, regarding her. I rose, I wrapped myself in fur ; Then came to her, my thought untold Being that she, too, might be cold. I laid my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah you have guessed. Right. She was dead, quite dead. And so You see, friend, I shall never know. She kept her secret. Leave me alone ! OrI shall hardly keep my own !
… To push them to the miry slough Wherein the foes of Set are caught. Come, let us pluck the Golden Bough From the brave Tree of life and thought ! Who heareth naught, he heedeth naught. Come, we are safely housed and shrined Where subtler images are wrought Than boast the treasuries of Mind ! II The secret of the House of Set. As a poor pilgrim clambering Toils on the slopes, so I to get Halidom for my lord the King.
…ispered when the rain beat . They wore all three their coronals Till men with houses came And scored their heads with pits and walls And thought the hills were tame . Red and white when day shines bright , They hide the green for miles ; Where are the old hills gone ? At night The moon looks down and smiles . 176
… the glory of its coruscations seemed to shape, an idea less solid than a shadow! an Idea of some Human-seeming Form! Now grew doubt and thought in P.’s miserable mind; and the One Wave grew many waves and all was lost! Alas! Alas! for P.!| And Glory Eternal unto Her, She the twin-Breasted that hath encroached even upon the other half of the Destroyer! “OM Namo Bhavaniya OM.” Filled with the glory of the great light that had arisen in him, for many days P. communed in silence with the Vision that days upon days of labour had revealed to him, an…
… the glory of its coruscations seemed to shape, an idea less solid than a shadow! an Idea of some Human-seeming Form! Now grew doubt and thought in P.’s miserable mind; and the One Wave grew many waves and all was lost! Alas! Alas! for P.!| And Glory Eternal unto Her, She the twin-Breasted that hath encroached even upon the other half of the Destroyer! “OM Namo Bhavaniya OM.” Filled with the glory of the great light that had arisen in him, for many days P. communed in silence with the Vision that days upon days of labour had revealed to him, an…
…ress of the man who had helped Billy Coleridge out of her scrape. It was a long way off, and I was horribly tired. I was hungry, but the thought of lunch made me sick. I felt that people were looking at me strangely. Was it the scar by my eye? I bought a thick veil. The girl looked surprised, I thought. I suppose it was rather funny in September, and might attract still more attention; but it gave me.a sense of protection, and it was a very pretty veil —cream lace with embroidered zig-zags. I took a taxi to the doctor’s. Doctor Collins, it was,…
8 ARGONAUTAE JASON. By much thought. To clamp the decks—— ARGUS. I stand with brows abashed. Thou art the master—build the ship thyself. JASON. Nay, but my knowledge is of mind alone. I cannot so apply it as to build An Argo. ARGUS. Yet I verily believe Such mind must pierce far deeper than these names, Seeking the very nature of the things Thou namest thus so pat. Perchance to thee These logs, nails, bolts, tools, have some life of sense, Some subtle language. Tell us what they say! THESEUS. ’Tis but a giber—leave the churl alone. JASON. Indee…
…e, shamehow should a maiden fare ? Nay, girls, I know. But Pan hath wrought this marvel on my wantons will, Filling it with one virgin thought, as strong as summer, and as still. Ah hold ! my body breaks away maugre your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it ishow good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kiss ! How good to dip oneself and dive ! Gods ! Let him get me wholly now naked and radiant as the moon Clambering on his pl…
…slips in and laps around Work - sodden brain and listless sense . . . “ An ecstasy for eighteenpence " I think — and then I wonder why I thought of that . Perhaps I try To listen , and I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb . . . Then suddenly The music grips me , thrills to me With little shudders up my flesh , Like sunsparks where the wind is fresh , That scatter out across a lake , When day is new and just awake . 208
…akly that I could not feel the blows. Besides, I was dulled to all possible pain. Presently he collapsed, and rolled over on the. bed. I thought for a moment he was dead, and then he was seized by a series of spasms ; his muscles twisted and twitched; his hands clawed at the air; he began to mutter rapidly and un- intelligibly. I was horribly frightened. I got up and lit the gas. The poor boy’s face was white as death; but small, dark crimson flushes burnt on the cheek-bones. I sat at the table for some time and thought. I didn’t dare send for …
…hy? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again. Commentary: There is here a perception of the profound law which opposes thought to action. We act, when we act aright, upon the instructive wisdom inherited from the ages. Our ances tors survived because they were able to adapt themselves to their environment; their rivals failed to breed, and so “good” qualities are transmitted, while “bad” are sterile. Thus the race-thought, subconscious, tells a man that he must have a son, cost what it may. Rome was founded on the rape of the…