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Aticta. Only as is the graven image of death ‘Which men call life, and ignorantly adore! Crassus. Spare me! I cannot bear you more. Aurcia. Then will I drown you. Lock your fingers fast In mine, and fet our mouths mix at the last. [Zhe statue of PAN is seen to be alive. Pan. Shrill, shrill Over the hill! ‘The hunter is hot—this is the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and …
1912 · PDF PAGE 12
… of many a steed. Lord of a legion rides to war The indomitable Palamede. The Paynim fly ; his troops delight In murder of many a myriad men, Following exultant into fight Sir Palamede the Saracen. Now when a year and day are done Sir Palamedes is aware Of blue pavilions in the sun, And bannerets fluttering in the air. Forward he spurs; his armour gleams; Then on his haunches rears the steed; Above the lordly silk there streams The pennon of Sir Palamede! Aflame, a bridegroom to his spouse, He rides to meet with galliard grace Some scion of his…
1912 · PDF PAGE 36
… silken dalliance: To please his leisure hours a boy Compels an elephant to dance. So majesty to ridicule Is turned. To other climes and men Makes off that strong, persistent fool Sir Palamede the Saracen.
1913 · PDF PAGE 103
…uch fury down the street , My hands grow moist with fear . And there 's a hall in Bloomsbury No more I dare to tread , For all the stone men shout at me , And swear they are not dead ; And once I touched a broken girl And knew that marble bled .
1928 · PDF PAGE 185
…y-eyed, or preen Yourself in gold-laced evening, veiled in full, I love you, infamous Capital! To quean And highwayman, you tender ravishment Which lurks unknown to those of common men. PIERRE LOVING.
1898 · PDF PAGE 41
…error sang : “ Thou hast not kept thy trust. To storm the gates Were to have found out God and all delight, Conquered for all thy fellow-men the fates, And found out Paradise in Hell’s despite.” I heard them laugh, the Harpies and the Hates . . . Then fell, like death, the intolerable night. 31
1898 · PDF PAGE 75
The night’s unquiet psalm That wanders all too trembling up, and quivers as a flower. The wise man opens wide His casement, as a bride Flings her bright arms to meet her spouse home- ward who hasteneth ; He trims his lamp, and brings The books of many kings To spread their holy wings About his head, and sing to him the secret ways of death. His eyes are fixed, he sees Men dimly, like to trees Walking, and guesses they must be the angels of the Lord ; His hand is strong to hold The talent of fine gold, The wand so clean and cold ; His altar has …
1901 · PDF PAGE 119
…uence again. Life ends in death and loving ends in birth. All’s made for pleasure: man’s device is pain. And in that pain and barrenness men find Triumph on God; and the glory of the mind.
1906 · PDF PAGE 93
The ringing cries of the victors peal In, in at the captured gate ! Then o’er the field the maniac passed And closed the dead men’s eyes. ‘‘ They are sleeping close with death at last !” The wanton warrior cries. But he who saw the dead man’s jaw Grind at the last was aware That the harlot’s kiss was Paradise That the soldier tasted there. And beyond the magnificent joy of death Shears through the sky, as a flame Ripping the air, the lightning breath Of the nation’s resonant fame. Hail! to the Hachiman deed well done! To the virile strength of …
1906 · PDF PAGE 108
…onscious of the head’s distress When with dropped jaw the body swung So queer and limp; the purple tongue Shooting out swollen and awry. Men cheered to see the poisoner die. Not he! He grinned one visible grin, The last; then, muffled in his sin, IIe lived and moved unseen of those Nude souls that masquerade in clothes, Confuse the form and the sensation, And have the illusion, incarnation. 100
1910 · PDF PAGE 431
… cloak, Despairing now to charm the Unknown. So arms and horse he takes again. Sir Palamede hath overthrown The jesters. Now the country men, Stupidly staring, see at noon Sir Palamede the Saracen A-riding like an harvest moon In silver arms, with glittering lance, With pluméd helm, and wingéd shoon, Athwart the admiring land of France. 55
1910 · PDF PAGE 431
… cloak, Despairing now to charm the Unknown. So arms and horse he takes again. Sir Palamede hath overthrown The jesters. Now the country men, Stupidly staring, see at noon Sir Palamede the Saracen A-riding like an harvest moon In silver arms, with glittering lance, With pluméd helm, and wingéd shoon, Athwart the admiring land of France. 55
1922 · PDF PAGE 147
…onsul, who replied with equal volubility but an apparently unsurmountable languor. Then the conversation stopped suddenly short. The two men rose to their feet. “T’ve arranged it with my friend here on the basis of his experience of the bold, bad, British tourist. You will come with me to the consulate under the protection of two of his men,” he smiled sarcastically, “ for fear you should get into any further trouble. You can have your things back except the guns, which are forbidden.” How little he knew what a surge of joy went through us at t…
1903 · PDF PAGE 113
… all shapes of truth ! I might indeed go back to bitter toil, Prune the mind’s vine, and gather in the spoil Rough-conquered from books, men, fields, without ruth Pillaging Nature, pawning strength and youth For some strange guerdon (or its counterfoil) Gainless or not-to-be-gained, priestly or royal, Profane, canaille—I know not, in good sooth ! I might do this : or else I might repose Wrapped in the urned leaves of my love’s blown rose, Seek her in spirit, and commune, and wait Her freedom and the rapture to enclose In my own house her beauty…
1905 · PDF PAGE 88
…me, Apollo ! Let thy fierce fingers sweep the lyre forgotten ! Recall the ancient glory of thy chanted Music that thrilled the hearts of men, and haunted Life to adore thee ! Cleanse thou our market-places misbegotten ! Fire in my heart and music to my pæan Lend, that my song bow, past the empyrean, Phœbus, before thee ! 83
1910 · PDF PAGE 401
VIII Know ye where Druid dolmens rise In Wessex on the widow plain? Thither Sir Palamedes plies The spur, and shakes the rattling rein. He questions all men of the Beast. None answer. Is the quest in vain? With oaken crown there comes a priest In samite robes, with hazel wand, And worships at the gilded East. Ay! thither ride! The dawn beyond Must run the quarry of his quest. He rode as he were wood or fond, Until at night behoves him rest. —He saw the gilding far behind Out on the hills toward the West! With aimless fury hot and blind He flung…
1910 · PDF PAGE 407
XI Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath hied him to an holy man, Sith he alone of mortal men Can help him, if a mortal can. (So tell him all the Scythian folk.) Wherefore he makes a caravan, And finds him. When his prayers invoke The holy knowledge, saith the sage: “This Beast is he of whom there spoke The prophets of the Golden Age: “Mark ! all that mind is, he is not.’” Sir Palamede in bitter rage Sterte up: “Is this the fool, ’Od wot, To see the like of whom I came From castellated Camelot ?” The sage with eyes of burning flame Cried: “Is it not a …
1910 · PDF PAGE 401
VIII Know ye where Druid dolmens rise In Wessex on the widow plain? Thither Sir Palamedes plies The spur, and shakes the rattling rein. He questions all men of the Beast. None answer. Is the quest in vain? With oaken crown there comes a priest In samite robes, with hazel wand, And worships at the gilded East. Ay! thither ride! The dawn beyond Must run the quarry of his quest. He rode as he were wood or fond, Until at night behoves him rest. —He saw the gilding far behind Out on the hills toward the West! With aimless fury hot and blind He flung…
1910 · PDF PAGE 407
XI Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath hied him to an holy man, Sith he alone of mortal men Can help him, if a mortal can. (So tell him all the Scythian folk.) Wherefore he makes a caravan, And finds him. When his prayers invoke The holy knowledge, saith the sage: “This Beast is he of whom there spoke The prophets of the Golden Age: “Mark ! all that mind is, he is not.’” Sir Palamede in bitter rage Sterte up: “Is this the fool, ’Od wot, To see the like of whom I came From castellated Camelot ?” The sage with eyes of burning flame Cried: “Is it not a …
1905 · PDF PAGE 82
…e the wind beats to their tread. A royal triumph is waiting For the captain of Heaven’s choice, A noise as of eagles mating, A cry as of men that rejoice. For victory crowns with garlands Of fame his valour in far lands, And suns sing back to the starlands His praise with a perfect voice. JEPHTHAH. Leave prophecy until I come again ! CHORUS. A prophet told us thou shouldst fight for us And save thy people from the Ammonites. JEPHTHAH. Why look you so? He told you other thing. CHORUS. Nay, lord, no saying that we understood. JEPHTHAH. Speak thou…