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Page 24 of 1031906 · PDF PAGE 7
…he o’erflowing cup. ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” No wine in death is his torment assuaging. Il. Just what the parson had told me when young: Just what the people in chapel have sung: ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” Desunt cetera. A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES. In the hospital bed she lay, Rotting away ! Cursing by night and cursing by day, Rotting away ! 1 This, the earliest poem ever written by me, has perished save the above fragment. Its date is 1886,—-A, C. It should be noted that this fragment is of a wildly revolutio…
1904 · PDF PAGE 33
… kettle may call me a black pot. Here’s diamond for coke, and pink pearl for pale coral. Though his mills may grind slowly—what says the old hymn?33 Tune, Limerick ! Author ? My memory’s dim. The corn said “You sluggard !” The mill “You may tug hard,” (or lug hard, or plug hard ; I forgot the exact Rhyme ; that’s a fact “If I want to grind slowly I shall,” A quainter old fable one rarely is able To drag from its haunt in the—smoke room or stable ! You see (vide supra) I’ve brought to the test a ton Of tolerance, broadness. Approve me, friend Ch…
1922 · PDF PAGE 208
…ne of those torture-traps, and he’d never get out. I knew what he wanted, of course; a little heroin would bring him round all right. I told him I had some. I had to tell him several times before he understood. When he did, the mere thought helped to restore him ; but there remained an ort of rage, and he told me to give it him, with a greedy snarl. If I had wanted to keep it from him, I shouldn't have let him know I had it. I brought him the stuff, sitting down by his side and lifting his head with one hand while I gave it to him on the back o…
1910 · PDF PAGE 128
…d, the girl Miriam ; in the third, the ass Zakariah. The first is chewing the cud peaceable ; the second, stretched naked on the straw, holds her sides and groans ; the third lifts up his voice ever and anon in a formidable bray. The stable is lighted by two torches held respectively by an old and withered hag, her two remai- ning teeth — long yellow fangs — exposed in a grin ; and by a blue faced baboon, who revels in his corner in the filth. THE HAG, addressing the baboon. Ho ! her time is not yet come ; We may dance together, dear. Say, how …
1954 · PDF PAGE 516
PROGRESS 483 Last Sunday I looked through an interview with the least brain-bound of these ruminators-poor old, dear old G for gaga Bernard Shaw. The artist, said he, was a special case. He should have a nice easy job, three or four hours a day, and be free for the rest of it to devote himself to his Art. I wonder how much of his own work would have seen daylight if he had been tied to some silly robot soul-killing, nerve-crushing, mind-infuriating routine job for even one half-hour a day! When I am on a piece of work, I grudge the time for eat…
1907 · PDF PAGE 44
…e’s a heart to hit ! [Sir Percy descends, after taking fare- well of ANGELA, and appears agatn on horseback among his men. SiR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! [Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA (waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss), Farewell ! | Axveunt. WIIY JESUS WEPT ANGELA, Ah, were such nights thy gift, dear Christ, all maids Were well thy servants. speaking ! The utmost triumph of a life well spiced With victory---this beats all. Ilortense! IJortense ! Bring me the brandy-—pour a double dram ! Ile…
1922 · PDF PAGE 29
… peter, and a violent vermilion dress—in case any one should fail to observe her. It was her affectation to be an Apache, so she wore an old cricket cap down on one eye, and a Stale cigarette hung from her lip. But she had a certain talent for writing, and I was very glad indeed to meet her again. I admit I am always a little shy with strangers. As we shook hands, I heard her saying in her curious voice, high-pitched and yet muted, as if she had something wrong with her throat :— “Want you to meet Miss——” I didn’t get the name; I can never hear…
1899 · PDF PAGE 69
… and bring her father home. JARED [aszae]. Horrible! I must speak and silence this Monstrous impossible villainy of fate. CHORUS. O wise old man, thou speakest cleverly. AHINOAM. So do, and praise be given you from God. ELEAZAR. God, Who this day has sliumbered not, nor slept, He only keepeth Israel: He is God! CHORUS. When God uplifted hands to smite, And earth from chaos was unrolled, And skies and seas from blackest night Unfurled, twin sapphires set with gold, And tumult of the boisterous deep Roared from its slow ungainly sleep, And flocks…
1903 · PDF PAGE 12
…ang catches him; he strikes at his throat, and cries sharply :| Ah! [Shsvers with terrible emotion.] Maurya. Criosda, ever the same! The old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to see sorrow is to taste it. Maurya. No; For such a sorrow is its own calm joy. But—share me now your pain. Criospa. [Jn agony.| No! no! not that! Maurya. [Smiling.| The priest has secrets from the…
1912 · PDF PAGE 16
DRAMATIS PERSONAE THE OLD DOGE. THE COUNT CESARE MORTADELLO. THE THREE, the supreme secret council whose members are known only to the Doge. THE TEN, the second secret council, whose members are known only to the Doge and The Three. THE COUNT ALESSANDRO, an extravagant. THE COUNT LORENZO, his friend. THE LORD GABRIELE, a hunchback, one of The Three. THE COUNT ALONZO, one of The Ten. ORLANDO, a negro of the Tunisian Sudan, a bravo. THE LEGATE OF THE POPE. The archbishop, bishops, clergy, sbirri, gondoliers, Jew merchants, bravos, officers of sta…
1913 · PDF PAGE 112
… A thousand thousand years to -night, Back to the world 's impulsive dawn When first Atlantis knew the light. Great Cities of the men of old , I saw them all in fire of gold . There , many a climbing minaret Lay mirrored in the dreaming sea With strangely precious carvings set In chrysoprase and ebony , And metals , wrought in fashions fair Of filagree as light as air . The streets were full of cheerful noise ; Princes and burghers passed me by , And grave philosophers , and boys , And maidens with reluctant eye . And every robe was brightly ki…
1905 · PDF PAGE 88
… bright unsullied curls shall minister Before him all the days of life God grants, SEVENTH ELDER. And all his platters shall be made of gold. EIGHTH ELDER. And jewels beyond price shall stud them all. VOL, I. ELEAZAR, What sayest thou, O wisest of our race, Ahinoam, the aged priest of God, Who weighest out the stars with balances, And knowest best of men the heart of man? ANWINOAM. Ye are as children, and nowise your tongues Speak sense. I never hear your voice but know Some geese are gabbling. perchance ! The voice of old men is a pleasant thi…
1913 · PDF PAGE 40
…KE . IN EXAMINATION . TO ! From quiet skies L In through the window my Lord the Sun ! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold , The golden glory that drowned and crowned me Eddied and swayed through the room . . . Around me, To left and to right , Hunched figures and old , Dull blear -eyed scribbling fools, grew fair , Ringed round and haloed with holy light. Flame lit on their hair , And their burning eyes grew young and wise , Each as a God , or King of Kings , White robed and bright ( Still scribbling all ); And a full tumultu…
1913 · PDF PAGE 177
…o slim and white, The one sure blossom uncloses: When thou art lying still and dead, it blooms in the heart of the night. Shattered the golden sword in the great bronze hands of the old Hermaphrodite of the ages | O youth, so sad and wise, Shattered the strong hilt lies; The great bronze god for wages Has a hilt of gold, and eyes of gold, Beneath the sunless skies. Yet it were well to have been Idle and young and tender, Ignorantly and idly wise, disdainful in the dawn, Sweetest of all the green And gold that the gods surrender Of the sweet dea…
1913 · PDF PAGE 177
…o slim and white, The one sure blossom uncloses: When thou art lying still and dead, it blooms in the heart of the night. Shattered the golden sword in the great bronze hands of the old Hermaphrodite of the ages | O youth, so sad and wise, Shattered the strong hilt lies; The great bronze god for wages Has a hilt of gold, and eyes of gold, Beneath the sunless skies. Yet it were well to have been Idle and young and tender, Ignorantly and idly wise, disdainful in the dawn, Sweetest of all the green And gold that the gods surrender Of the sweet dea…
1904 · PDF PAGE 95
…f a wheel ! And ot her wonders innumerable: they are well known, insomuch that that year is yet held notable. Now our Father, being very old, came into the venerable Grove of our August Fraternity and abode there. A nd so old was he and feeble that he could scarce lift his hands in benediction upon us. And all we waited about him, both by day and night; lest one word should fall, and we not hear the same. But he spake never unto us, though his lips moved and his eyes sought ever that which we could not see. At last, on the day of D., the mother…
1905 · PDF PAGE 89
84 HYMN TO APOLLO All the old worship in this land is broken ; Yet on my altar burns the ancient censer, Frankincense, saffron, galbanum, intenser ! Ornaments glisten. Robes of thy colour bind me for thy token. My voice is fuller in thine adoration. Thine image holds its god-appointed station. Lycian, listen ! My prayers more eloquent than olden chants Long since grown dumb on the soft forgetful airs— My lips are loud to herald thee : my prayers Keener to follow. I do aspire, as thy long sunbeam slants Upon my crown ; I do aspire to thee As no …
1996 · PDF PAGE 28
…phabet, aleph, whose number is One, and his card in the Tarot is “The Fool,” numbered Zero. Aleph is attributed to the “Element” (in the old classification of things) of Air. Now as “One” or aleph he represents the Male Principle, the First Cause, and the free breath of Life, the sound of the vowel A being made with the open throat and mouth. As Zero he represents the Female Principle, the fertile Mother. (An old name for the card is “Mat,” from the Italian matto, “fool,” but earlier also from Maut, the Egyptian Vulture-Mother- Goddess.) Fertil…
1910 · PDF PAGE 96
…aughters echoing you From reverend shades of bards renown : Nature alive and glad to hymn Your beauty, my delight : her God Weary, his old eyes sad and dim In his intolerable abode. All things that are, unknown and known, Bending in homage to your eyes ; We wander wondering, lift alone The worlds grey load of agonies. Make me a roseleaf with your mouth, That all the savour steal afar Unto the sad awaiting South, Where sits enthroned the answering Star.
1910 · PDF PAGE 13
…ct to the laws of its own plane. Yet his friends find him calmer, happier, healthier, his eyes bright and his skin clear even when he is old. But he has this, which they have not, the power of slipping instantly out of this changeful consciousness into the Eternal, and then abiding, supremely single and complete, bathed in unutterable bliss, one with the All. And he knows that this body subject to disease and Death is not himself, but only as it were the instrument of his pleasure, a sort of houseboat that he has taken for the summer. The prese…