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Page 26 of 1061912 · PDF PAGE 26
…by Goddes reed, And pulled so strong his muscle burst, His nose and mouth brake out a-bleed ; Nor moved he thus the dwarf. From first To last the envious knights essayed, And all their malice had the worst, Till strong Sir Bors his prowess played— And all his might availéd nought. Now once Sir Bors had been betrayed To Paynim ; him in traitrise caught, They bound to four strong stallion steers, To tear asunder, as they thought, The paladin of Arthur's peers. But he, a-bending, breaks the spine Of three, and on the fourth he rears His bulk, and …
1913 · PDF PAGE 136
… each yields to each restored , Hear ye not in their margins noised The rhythmic praises of the Lord ? All beasts that grow from dust at last Give back to dust the growth they got , Yet gender ere their time be past Seed of their kind that faileth not ; And man who ponders , who repeats Songs which the mind of God rehearse , Sprung from the dust in death completes The balance of the Universe . 117
1913 · PDF PAGE 222
…ocks, and her page, And before them moved the players of the charméd music singing , Death on the one hand and on the other Age . On the last Bridal step when the moon was on the river - Purple dark , with white stars, shining through above The Princess took her gold crown and cast it off for ever , Because for her gold crown she had slain her love . Forth from the thousand steps on the gleaming water , Leaving Death and Age in the Kingdom of Faerie , Sailed the page , the peacocks , and the King 's White Daughter , Silent through the wild swan…
1898 · PDF PAGE 62
… thou belovéd head And marble pallor of a prince’s brow, At the cliff’s edge we stand together now ; The parting of our ways has come at last, Mine is the bitterest journey, as I trow, A man may take, so solitary, so vast, It binds the future now, and stultifies the past. Only the hope that God may reunite Our ways diverging, and make one again The deathless love that burns a beacon bright On the black deeps, the irremeable main, That men must launch on, the exalted plain Of Life. We sever, and our tears are few, Knowing perchance beyond the mo…
1904 · PDF PAGE 87
…en well? With every watchman’s cheery cry, “Land ho!” through all the journeying years Our ever-hoping hearts reply, “A land of bliss at last appears.” But what land laps a foreign foam So sweet as is the hero’s home? At every port the novel sights Charm for an hour—delusive bliss. On every shore the false delights Of maidens ply the barbarous kiss. But where did hero think to stay Lulled in their love beyond a day? No shoreland whistles to the wind So musically as Thrace: no town So gladdens the toil-weary mind As brave Athenae: no renown Stan…
1905 · PDF PAGE 65
60 TRANSLATIONS FROM BAUDELAIRE The last crowns unto which a gambler’s fingers cling ; A libertine caress from hungry Adeline ; The sound of music, lulling, silver, clean, Like the far cry of human suffering : All these, deep bottle ! are of little worth Beside the piercing balm thy fertile girth Holds in the reverent poet’s lifted soul ; To him thou givest youth, and hope, and life, And pride, this treasure of all beggar’s strife That gives us triumph, Godhead, for its dole. EPILOGUE TO “ GREEN ALPS ” FAREWELL, my book, whose words I have not …
1910 · PDF PAGE 389
…prears ! The tall towers blaze, to illume the fight; While many a myriad heathen spears March northward at the earliest light. Falls thy last comrade at thy feet, O lordly-souled Sir Palamede? Tearing the savage from his seat, He leaps upon a coal-black steed. He gallops raging through the press : The affrighted heathen fear his eye. There madness gleams, there masterless The whirling sword shrieks shrill and high, They shrink, he gallops. Closely clings The child slung at his waist; and he Heeds nought, but gallops wide, and sings Wild war-son…
1910 · PDF PAGE 389
…prears ! The tall towers blaze, to illume the fight; While many a myriad heathen spears March northward at the earliest light. Falls thy last comrade at thy feet, O lordly-souled Sir Palamede? Tearing the savage from his seat, He leaps upon a coal-black steed. He gallops raging through the press : The affrighted heathen fear his eye. There madness gleams, there masterless The whirling sword shrieks shrill and high, They shrink, he gallops. Closely clings The child slung at his waist; and he Heeds nought, but gallops wide, and sings Wild war-son…
1910 · PDF PAGE 115
…o childish a source as the pun between Guhr and Guh [Persian text] (dung). It is more obvious in the oblique Guh-ra and Guhr-ra. 12. The last three verses are probably spu- rious. Verse 11 supplies a natural end, with the takhallus. A. L. (It will be observed that some of these notes are redundant. We have not altered or cut any of Ma- jor Lutiy’s notes, though we have added a small number of our own. On the rare occasions of our disagreement, we have added his initials to his note, and added our own view in brackets. Ed.)
1913 · PDF PAGE 176
… world Wherein thy faded petals dropped, And stopped Decaying, for eternally are curled Tightly new petals. So this my song shall be The last I shall sing to thee, To thee. Oh, the wind blows Thy secret to me, Rose | 138
1913 · PDF PAGE 176
… world Wherein thy faded petals dropped, And stopped Decaying, for eternally are curled Tightly new petals. So this my song shall be The last I shall sing to thee, To thee. Oh, the wind blows Thy secret to me, Rose | 138
1911 · PDF PAGE 206
…Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day. These are real, these illusion: I am of them, false or frail, True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirits shadow-veil, Till the KnowledgeeLotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem ; Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in them, As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear, Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear, Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud dissever: Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness …
1911 · PDF PAGE 206
…Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day. These are real, these illusion: I am of them, false or frail, True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirits shadow-veil, Till the KnowledgeeLotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem ; Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in them, As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear, Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear, Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud dissever: Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness …
1904 · PDF PAGE 54
… feet— The England we may not forget Where Love has chosen our retreat. The beeches wave, the poplar dips ; I know the breeze is here at last ; I see the dainty-masted ships Leap like young fawns beneath the blast : The water beats the shingle fast As if its heart with passion beat, And the sweet hour of sleep is past Where Love has chosen our retreat. The moon is up; the star-sky dawns ; My lover turns a ruby lip: There gather nymphs, and eager fauns To watch us play ; the shadows slip, And sylph and fountain-fairy dip Between the leaves, to s…
1904 · PDF PAGE 95
…urgeon did no mortal good at all. The patient died. His coffin crowned with flowers From various ladies roses, lilies, laurel, As some last tribute to his wondrous powers Was oak, and bound with brass. The moral Of this sad tale is so extremely patent That to repeat it were banal and blatant. Learn from this fable counterfeit presentment (Shakespeare) Of Truth this fact (Ive sought it far !) The best of blessings is divine contentment, (Shakespeare again) and in particular (Seek not to exceed in matters of virility God-given ability !) […
1905 · PDF PAGE 62
…anches and fresh flowers ; VII When, thy heart beating high with hope and pride, Thou didst whip out those merchants vile with force, At last the master ? Did not keen remorse Bite thy soul ere the spear had pierced thy side ? VIII I, certes, I shall gladly quit this hell Where dream and action walk not hand-in-hand ! May I use the brand and perish by the brand ! Saint Peter denied Jesus—He did well. GLOIRE ET LOUANGE GLORY and praise to thee, O Satan, in the height Of Heaven, where thou didst rule, and in the night Of Hell, where conquered, do…
1905 · PDF PAGE 85
…ith a tune that is strong as a seer’s. THE LUSTRES Fivefold the shape sublime that lifts its head Uniform, self-repeating, comparable At last to a man’s life: twice seven times dead Ere the light flickers in that citadel, Or the great whiteness lure his soul instead Of many-coloured earth: ere the strong spell Fail, and the Fates with iron-shapen shears Cut the frail silver, hide him from the years. Fivefold: the year that is in darkness hidden, Being beginning: then the moving year, All change and tumult ; then the quiet unchidden Of deep refl…
1902 · PDF PAGE 103
… see Old age in perfect unanimity. Affections smooth, and buzzing like a bee. The sun sets, in conjunction with the moon. Death comes at last, a pleasure and a boon, And they arrive in heaven very soon. \_Immense, spontaneous, uncontrollable applause sweeps like a whirlwind through the court. An Unknown Minstrel {breaking in unheralded). Tender the phrase, and faint the melody, When poets praise a maiden's purity ; Platitude linked to imbecility. \Murnmrs of surprue. As 'mongst spring's sprigs sprouts sunshine's constant face ; Or as a mill gri…
1910 · PDF PAGE 473
…th, hath wasted youth— He was the Beast; the Beast was he! He rises from the cave of death, Runs to the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97
1910 · PDF PAGE 473
…th, hath wasted youth— He was the Beast; the Beast was he! He rises from the cave of death, Runs to the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97