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Victor B. Neuburg . O dream of the red olden time ! O clash of armour splendid ! A string of wind -begotten rime, And all their pain was ended ! O lonely sea ! O lonely earth ! O dying art of glorious mirth ! My song, my song is little worth To bring their bastard seed to birth ! What need of me in thunder - flash ? What need in battle story ? What need among the whitened ash Of old far - winnowed glory ? They call me not to birth - bed throes ; Invoke me not with gold and rose ; The summer wanes , the summer grows , They call me not from fire …
1939 · PDF PAGE 12
…, Velasquez, Swift, Shakespeare, Shelley, Socrates, Sterne, Blake, Petronius, Canova! Ill make my universe to please Myself, like jolly old Jehovah.
1929 · PDF PAGE 319
319 The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten: ....Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten ....And deeds undared his sceptre, sword and globe. ........Keep us, O Mary maid, ........What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions; ....Clanks all that melancholy host of bones; Fate's principalities and Death's dominions ....Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. ........Keep us, dear God, from ill, ........What time the Hell-Wind whistles shr…
1929 · PDF PAGE 238
…es. The Obelisk decided him; its shape smote into his soul the meaning of the Mysteries of Egyptian Magick. It was as invigorating as a cold plunge. He strode away towards Montmartre. The Profess-House of the Order had been converted into a hospital. But who should come to greet him if not Sister Cybele? Beside her stood the severe figure of Simon Iff. There were two others in the background. Cyril was not surprised to see his old master, the Mahathera Phang; but the other? It was Abdul Bey. "Come forward and shake hands," cried Simon Iff. "I h…
1904 · PDF PAGE 57
ACTUS TERTIUS Bronzed with a ruder sun than ours, and scarred (Rough tokens of old battles) yet so calm And mild (with all that vigour) that to me Came a swift pity—the enchanter’s bane. That I flung from me. But my subtle soul Struck its own bosom with the sword of thought, So that I saw not pity, but desire! CHORUS. Surely a bane more potent than the first. MEDEA. Love is itself enchantment! CHORUS. Some kind god Whispers from this a little light of hope. MEDEA. Only the hopeless are the happy ones. CHORUS. But didst thou turn him from his gl…
1904 · PDF PAGE 88
…R GRABSON J. Good ! Good ! No chance of heirs failing — ha ! But a word in your ear. This morphia ? SIR HERPES Z. Not a sign of relapse, old friend, and never will be now. Sir Percy is as sound a man as lives in England — I took four other opinions. SIR GRABSON J. None as weighty as your own ! SIR HERPES Z. You are polite, very polite. Where is Carruthers ? SIR GRABSON J. He is away to Windsor — the King (they beat their foreheads eightyseven times upon the ground) knights him to-day. SIR HERPES Z. I knew he had the O.M. and the F.Z.S. ; but th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
128 AMBERGRIS Exulting also, now the sun is faded, With joy of her supreme fertility And glowing masteries Of autumn summer-shaded, The golden fruit of all the blossoming sky. And now the watcher to the bright breasts blind Loses the seemly shape, the loud swift song ; Now the moon falls, and all the gold is gone, And round the storm-caught shape hard gusts of wind Blow, and her leaves are torn, a flying throng Of orange and purple and red ; the sombre sun Shines darkly in her breast But wakes no joy therein, And all his kisses sharp and keen B…
1913 · PDF PAGE 114
KE®AAH P STARLIGHT Behold! I have lived many years, and I have travelled in every land that is under the dominion of the Sun, and I have sailed the seas from pole to pole. Now do I lift up my voice and testify that all is vanity on earth, except the love of a good woman, and that good woman LAYLAH. And I testify that in heaven all is vanity (for I have journeyed oft, and sojourned oft, in every heaven), except the love of OUR LADY BABALON. And I testify that beyond heaven and earth is the love of OUR LADY NUIT. And seeing that I am old and well…
1954 · PDF PAGE 411
… an "elastic mind" - from our telephone conversation on Friday. It is hard to define; but let me give you an example of the bad kind: an old riddle. "Why is a story like a ghost?" Because A story's a tale a tail's a brush a brush is a broom a brougham is a carriage a carriage is a gig a gig's a trap a trap is a snare a snare's a gin gin is a spirit and a spirit's a ghost. You will have noticed a logical blunder-usually non distributio medii or Hobson Jobson-at every step in the sorites. It is your instinctive, or instructed, objection to commit…
1899 · PDF PAGE 59
…dswept ridges of pure snow ; still mine While space is fixed, a void and varying steep, Between our kisses, and another stream Than this old reedy pool, whose waters steam Chill exhalations like a corpse asleep, Meanders from Eternity along, While days fierce-fanged hunt down my love and thine, And urge us to the thickets that forget, And the chill mountains of unlovely song, And the false quags where jealousy lives yet, Or the ill rivers at whose restless shrine Men offer incense to new gods, and wrong The deity they loved, the dear divine Bod…
1902 · PDF PAGE 25
…lose my purpose in its silent sea, And lose my life, and find my life, and pass Up to the sea that is as molten glass. I mind me of that old Egyptian, Met where Aurora streamed her rainbow hair, Who called me from the quest. An holy man ! A crown of light scintillant in the air Shone over him : he bade me not despair. " The Blood of the Osiris " was his word : (Meaning the Christ?) "The life, the tears, the tomb ! " The Love of I sis is its name ! " (I heard This for the love of Mary.) In her womb Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom. For the …
1902 · PDF PAGE 26
…hall know its Peace ! " Let be ! I ride upon the sand instead, Look to the Cross, whereon I take mine ease ! Let be ! Just so the Roman soldier said. Esaias ? He is dead— as I am dead ! What was his symbol and his riddle's key ? Go, seek the stars and count them and explore! Go, sift the sands beyond a starless sea ! So, find an answer where the dismal shore Of time beats back eternity ! No more ! Let me ride on more hastily than this. That so my body may be tired of me. And fling me to the old forgetful kiss. Sleep's, when my mind goes, riderl…
1902 · PDF PAGE 28
Still, I must see his symbol of the Sun, The Winepress, and the Beauty ! Puerile And pagan to that old mysterious one, The awful Light and the anointed Vial, The Dawning of the Blood, even as a smile : Even as a smile on Beauty's burning cheek- Ha ! In a circle ? As this journey is ? How vain is man's imagining and weak ! Begod my lady, and my lady's kiss ? Back swing we to the pitiful abyss. Liken God's being to the life of man. So reason staggers. Angels, answer me ! Ye who have watched the far unfolding plan— How is time shorter than eternit…
1912 · PDF PAGE 83
…The perfect fool! “Now, by God’s wounds!” quoth he, “my strength Is burnt out to a pest of pains. Let me fling off my curse at length In old Chaldea’s starry plains! Thou blesséd Jesus, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but death That shall avail me in my place, That I may know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace? Keep Thou yet firm this trembling leaf My soul, dear God Who died for men; Yea! for that sinner-soul the chief, Sir P…
1907 · PDF PAGE 192
…ful moan Leap through the blackness from the miser- able throne? Vain as each pallid ghost, Where is thy fatal boast, Destroyer named of old on Khem’s! disas- trous coast? Old power of-evil curled Below the phantom world, Canst thou destroy, whose might to misery is hurled ? RHADAMANTHUS. What god beyond these twain Abides or may remain Seated, too strong to quell, exalted over pain ? -Aloof from time and chance, Fate, will and circumstance, Canst Thou not wither Life with one in- dignant glance? Thy name we know not; Thine Is the unbuilded shr…
1903 · PDF PAGE 13
fulvous and fulgurous lady grew comparatively tranquil ; the pair withdrew. The old woman lay sprawled along the divan sunk in a drunken torpor. I unrolled the manuscript and read. Brutal truth-telling humour, at times perhaps too Rabelaisian ; lyrics, some of enchanting beauty, others painfully imitative ; sonnets of exceedingly unequal power, a perfectly heartless introduction (some fools would call it pathetic), and, as a synthesis of the whole, an impression of profound sadness and, perhaps, still deeper joy, were my reward. Together with a…
1913 · PDF PAGE 44
…sh , was flame before ; And infinite hungers leap no more In the chance swaying of your dress ; And love has changed to kindliness . THE OLD VICARAGE , GRANTCHESTER . Café des Westens , Berlin , May , 1912 . JUST now the lilac is in bloom , J All before my little room ; And in my flower - beds , I think , Smile the carnation and the pink ; And down the borders , well I know , The poppy and the pansy blow ... Oh ! there the chestnuts , summer through , Beside the river make for you A tunnel of green gloom , and sleep Deeply above ; and green and…
1910 · PDF PAGE 109
…rough the vale My spear at thy djirid to tilt.5 Thy buttock-leaves to El Qahar Are of his song the lovely lilt. 1. This is the very same old fable we learnt about the Tower of Babel. 2. Jilt — the Persian has a coarser word — our English “ cockteaser.” But a translator must be allowed both latitude and modesty.
1929 · PDF PAGE 207
…bundles of firewood, up or down the lanes which her terraces overlooked. There was one wrinkled fish- wife who was perfectly delightful: old and worn with a lifetime of toil, she was as cheerful as the day was long; bowed down as she was by her glittering burden, she never failed to stop and wave a hand, and cry "God bless you, pretty lady, and send you safe and happy day!" with the frank warmth of the Italian peasant. The world was a fine place, after all, and Cyril Grey was the dearest boy in it, and herself the happiest woman. [291]
1905 · PDF PAGE 167
SONNET FOR A PICTURE “ ‘ ποικιλοθρον’ , ἀθανατ’ ’ Αφροδιτα. ” Σαπφω. “—We have seen Gold tarnished, and the gray above—” —SWINBURNE. AS some lone mountebank of the stage may tweak The noses of his fellows, so Gavin Tweaks with her brush-work the absurd obscene Academicians. How her pictures speak ! Chiaroscuro Rembrandtesque, form Greek ! What values ! What a composition clean ! Breadth shaming broadness ! Manner epicine ! Texture superb ! Magnificent technique ! Raphael, Velasquez, Michael Angelo, Stare, gape, and splutter when they see thy co…