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…ariness. I am very feeble ! Hither comes the hunt ! \_A horn winds quite close by. The noble, doomed, swift beauty ! Closer yet Pant the long hounds ! What heart he has ! One, two ! See the brach dying by his bloody flank ! So could not Tannhauser awhile ago. My help lay outside and above myself What skills him he is brave ? He ends the same. Poor stag! Here sweep the foremost hunters up. My very kinsmen ! There rides Wolfram too ! The proper minstrel ! The ideal lover ! 83
1899 · PDF PAGE 77
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 69 Of all fair Ida, thou hast sealed my bliss ! Then with one long intense unpitying kiss Pressed on her bosom, he arose and swore By heaven and earth and all the seas that roar And stars that sing, by rivers and fresh flood, By his own essence, by his body and blood, To lay his godhead down, till night drew nigh, To be a mortal till the vesper cry Of dying breezes. So the morning past And found them linked inexorably fast Each in the others arms. Their lips are wed To drink the breezes from the fountain-head Of lovers b…
1902 · PDF PAGE 75
…hape Of mighty breasts, and supple limbs, and wide Lips, and slow almond eyes ! Adorable, Seductive, sombre, moving amorously. Droop the long eyelids, purple with young blood. The lazy lashes and the flowing mane. The flame of fire from head to feet of me ! K 73
1904 · PDF PAGE 54
…ization to probe the immense mysteries that ever ring in our puny intelligences, our be- fogged and poxy brains. The digression has been long, but I trust not without edification ; and in our next chapter you may rely on our returning to the story of the Archbishops early life, and his ro- mantic career in the Latin Quarter with S...y B.....s and the Frigging Photographers. [52]
1907 · PDF PAGE 227
…n is sufficiently com- plete, if only all England will turn Atheist, we may perhaps be able to find some Chris- tians here and there. As long as ‘‘ church” means either a building, an assembly, or even has any meaning at all of a_ kind to be intelligible to the ordinary man, so long is Christ rejected, and the Pharisee supreme. Now the materialism which has always been the curse of Christianity was no doubt partly due to the fact that the early dis- ciples were poor men. You cannot bribe a rich man with loaves and fishes: only the overfed long …
1902 · PDF PAGE 30
…sses, the delight of tears. The barren pleasure never come to birth. The endless, infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire Devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre — Thy lyre ! I am the Grail and I the Glory now : I am the flame and fuel of thy breast ; I am the star of God upon thy brow ; I am thy queen, enraptured and possessed. 28
1905 · PDF PAGE 130
…mbers help thee to thine own, Or change the winter’s gramarye to spring’s ? Rather beguile the tedious mourning hours With memory of the long-forgotten bowers, Where loves resurged from cave and grove to throne, From nuptial banquet to the bed of flowers! Rather forget the near catastrophe, And turn my music toward Eurydice, Awake in day-dream all the ancient days, When love first blossomed on the springing tree ! Let me recall the days beyond regret, And tune my lyre to love, sharpen and set The strings again to the forgotten ways, That I may …
1910 · PDF PAGE 455
…SARACEN KNIGHT The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’ware T…
1910 · PDF PAGE 455
…SARACEN KNIGHT The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’ware T…
1902 · PDF PAGE 123
…dove. So in one man the height and deep of love Joined, in two states alternate (even so Are life and death)—shall one unite the two, My long impulsive strife ? Did I find life ? The real life—to know The ways of God. Alas ! I never knew. Q 121
1913 · PDF PAGE 26
…ories , Bright, beautiful , and glorious award To men of the creative deities Who forge up flesh with song, and singing fashion The fair long lines , and make it sharp with passion And send it down among us for a sword . - A blade of steel with hilts of subtle gold , A sword between two lilies , a sword unsheathed Swung among snowflakes, sweet , hard , tender , cold . Oh fair and straight, in a furnace of delight With naked love to blow the flames , they wrought Your beauty of dreams enored in summer night , Sharp flashes of song, and poets' mo…
1944 · PDF PAGE 220
…ances, the re‐ sults may be more disastrous than ever. This naturally depends upon the success of the policy. This is always in doubt as long as there exist violent, uncompromising forces which take it as a natural prey. This card, like the Four, suggests the policy of appeasement. The symbol shows six Swords with their hilts in crescent formation. Their points meet below the centre of the card, impinging upon a blade of a much larger up‐thrusting sword, as if there were a contest between the many feeble and the one strong. He strives in vain.
1906 · PDF PAGE 81
…erse : my breast I bared And cursed God, hoping lightning; and I dared Not ask my love ‘‘In very truth—you |" die !” I could not bear it longer; then she spake: ‘“‘T lied indeed, love, for mine honour’s sake,” And I reproached her for her love’s dis- | trust, - Saying ‘‘I would not so in any wise Have lowered love unto the level of lust But now—” I hid my thought in tears and sighs. THE TWENTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘‘T am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.”’ Richard Il, ALIGE was desperately ill at morn. Hour by sweet hour I watched her sorrowing, Wh…
1929 · PDF PAGE 126
…talk of rods and cones, and optical centres, and foci, and lenses, and vibrations is very different to Edwin Arthwait's treatment of the long-suffering English language. Knowledge is really confined to experience. The laws of Nature are, as Kant said, the laws of our minds, and, as Huxley said, the generalization of observed facts. It is, therefore, no argument against ceremonial magic to say that it is "absurd" to try to raise a thunderstorm by beating a drum; it is not even fair to say that you have tried the experiment, found it would not wo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 38
…he adder none may charm. JEPHTHAH. I know it, and will not await the answer. But dawn shall see a solemn sacrifice, And solemn vows, and long swords glittering, And moving columns that shall shake the earth With firm and manly stride; and victory Most like a dove amid the altar-smoke. CHORUS. We, passing here the night in prayer, will wait And with thee offer up propitious doves, And firstling males of all the flocks of us. JEPHTHAH. Not so: but I will have you hence in haste To gather food and arms and carriages, That all our soldiers may have…
1928 · PDF PAGE 133
…rely and who fled so quickly, like a beautiful, regrettable thing which the traveller, borne away into the night, leaves behind him. How long it is since she disappeared. She is beautiful, and more than beautiful. She is surprising. In her black abounds, and every thought that she inspires is of night and the abyss. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery sparkles vaguely, and her glance kin- dles like lightning. It is an explosion in the depths of shadow. I would compare her to a black sun; if one could imagine a black star that shed light and …
1906 · PDF PAGE 146
…sage, this has been done.} ‘“You are sad!” the Knight said, in an anxious tone; ‘‘let me sing you a song to comfort you.” * ‘*Ts it very long?” Alice asked. ‘‘Tt’s long,” said the Knight, ‘‘ but it’s very very beautiful. .The name of the song is called ‘The Book of the Beast.’” ‘*Oh! how ugly!” cried Alice. ‘¢Never mind,” said the mild creature. ‘Some people call it ‘ Reason in Rhyme.’ ” ‘But which zs the name of the song?” Alice said, trying not lo seem too interested. ‘*Ah, you don’t understand,” the Knight said, looking a little vexed. ‘‘ Th…
1898 · PDF PAGE 30
…now a captain brave and strong Shall break the fury of the thong Wherewith the sons of Ammon scourge Our country; and his war shall urge Long columns of victorious men To blackest wood and dimmest den, Wherever fugitive and slave Shall seek a refuge, find a grave; And so pursue the shattered legions
1911 · PDF PAGE 52
…e moon wherein they revelled? She is like a poppy-petal. All the seas of sleep are hidden Under the languorous eyelids, whose Lashes are long and strong to bruise My heart where her lusts like hornets settle On sacred leaves, on flowers forbidden. She is like a drug of wonder. All the limits of sense dissolve When we {all like snows from the precipice Sun—kissed to the black ravines of ice. I am drowned in the universal thunder; The hours disrupt, the aeons involve. Ah I not in any mortal mood Ends the great verb we conjugate From the highest hy…
1911 · PDF PAGE 52
…e moon wherein they revelled? She is like a poppy-petal. All the seas of sleep are hidden Under the languorous eyelids, whose Lashes are long and strong to bruise My heart where her lusts like hornets settle On sacred leaves, on flowers forbidden. She is like a drug of wonder. All the limits of sense dissolve When we {all like snows from the precipice Sun—kissed to the black ravines of ice. I am drowned in the universal thunder; The hours disrupt, the aeons involve. Ah I not in any mortal mood Ends the great verb we conjugate From the highest hy…