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…h God, Thy blinding beauty, and the hght Shed from Thy shoulders, and the golden night Of mingling fire and stars and roses swart In the long flame of hair that leaps athwart, Live in each tingling gossamer ! Dread eyes ! Each flings its arrow of sharp sacrifice. Eating me up with poison ! I am hurled Far through the vaporous confines of the world With agony of sundering sense, beholding Thy mighty flower, blood-coloured death, unfolding ! Lithe limbs and supple shoulders and lips curled, Curled out to draw me to their monstrous world ! Warm br…
1902 · PDF PAGE 31
…My love, arise ! See the grave avenues of Paradise, The dewy larches bending at my breath, Portentous cedars prophesying death ! See the long vistas and the dancing sea, The measured motion of fecundity ! Bright winds set swaying the soft-sounding flowers (Here flowers have music) in my woven bowers, Where sweet birds blossom, and in chorus quire The rapt beginnings of immense desire. Here is the light and rapture of the will : We touch the stars —and they are tiny still ! O mighty thews ! O godlike face and hair ! Rise up and take me ; ay, and…
1904 · PDF PAGE 94
…d end by sundry oaths in German, Whose tendency to edification Was not clear to his congregation. By day, by night, eternal stands ! One long continuous emission He left his cure in other hands And sought his cure of a physician, Who marvelled at his tale of tooling As at a pretty piece of fooling. But, soon convinced, he diagnosed This case as clearly as could be ; You suffer, sir (no, be composed !) From a mistaken chastity. Indulge your natural desires And quench those fires ! [94]
1905 · PDF PAGE 43
… name! © Life! O Tleaven! Ve Spirits Rising unbidden from [lope’s cobwebbed * door, Ve quick desires that every soul inherits, Q) dreams long dead! Leave me to weep, and Corture me no more ! My face grows grey with sheer despair; | shrink Irom dreams 3 [ dare not think. 1 The Anorita, ov elixir of Tnimortality. 2 Because long shut, as in the story of Bruce and the spider. I had a poet’s dreams. ing To grasp the firmament and hold it fast, To reach toward God, and, from His shrine returning, To sing in magic melodies the vast Desires of God towa…
1907 · PDF PAGE 160
… wreath ! Death is not for ye any more, for I am the Master of Death!” PARABASIS.! As I sit in the sound Of the wash of the surf, On the long low ground, The trees and the turf; In front the profound, The warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, by the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As in…
1898 · PDF PAGE 16
… to rest The fevered head and cool the aching eyes ; Sleep for a space, to fall upon the breast Of the dear God, that He may sympathize. Long has the day drawn out ; a bitter frost Sparkles along the streets ; the shipping heaves With the slow murmur of the sea, half lost In the last rustle of forgotten leaves. Over the bridges pass the throngs ; the sound, Deep and insistent, penetrates the mist— I hear it not, I contemplate the wound Stabbed in the flanks of my dear silver Christ. He hangs in anguish there ; the crown of thorns Pierces that p…
1899 · PDF PAGE 37
…g the snake Leapt in the sunlight, and its body brake With glistening scales that golden skin of hers, And writhing with pure shame, the long grass whirrs With her sharp flight of fury and despair. Then Charicles at last became aware Of the fell death that had him by the throat To mar his music ; like one blind he smote The quivering air with cries of sorrow ; then, Disdaining fear and sorrow, cried to men And gods to help him ; then, resolved to dare All wrath and justice, he rose up to swear ; Lifting his right hand to the sky, that glowed De…
1901 · PDF PAGE 78
64 THE FATAL FORCE Give me that spear. [Aszde.] That royalty’s own hand Should send this thing to his long misery! [Taking a spear, he runs through the soldier. The KING OF SYRIA, attended, enters. KING OF SYRIA. Your armies beaten back before my face, Your weapons broken, I am come to take The crown from her pale brows that sitteth there. THE LEPER. The Queen is dead: I am the King of Egypt. To-day I saved the house from its own shame By strange ways: I will strike one blow to save The land from its invaders. In the name Of all our gods, I her…
1903 · PDF PAGE 14
…ecise to give pain to any person still living. His handwriting was abomin- ably difficult, some words quite indecipherable. I have spent long and laborious hours in conjecture, and have, I hope, restored his meaning in almost every case. But in the sonnets of the 12th, 18th, 23rd, 24th, 29th, 35th, 41st, 43rd and 48th days, also in “ At Last,” “ Love and Fear,” and “ Lethe,” one or more whole lines have been almost im- possible to read. The literary student will be able readily to detect my patchwork emendations. These I have dared to make beca…
1907 · PDF PAGE 92
… house to sup. They ate, passed round the full forbidden cup, Till, in an interval of dance and song, Hassan forgot his manners—loud and long. Struck with confusion, forth he fares, takes ship To utmost Ind and far-off Serendip. Full forty years he there abides: at last, Rich and respected, he contemns the past :— ‘Tf I declare myself, there’s hope, I wot, Hassan’s remembered, and his fault forgot !—” Determines to revisit home. Sweet airs Accomplishing the voyage, he repairs Unto the barber. ‘* Tell me of the state! Haroun still holds the roya…
1907 · PDF PAGE 171
…bian tale Enchanted palaces defy the gale, Perched upon airy mountains, on the wing Of genii poised, souls suffering and pale With their long labour: wizard spire and dome That maidens grown magicians had for home, Where the charmed sword and graven talisman Held them supremely floating on the foam Where cloudier seas innavigably roll, Misty with elemental shape or soul, Thin grey essential nebulze of man, Caught in the mesh of magical control ! All these are beautiful and shapen so That every bastion flames a separate glow Of changing colour: …
1929 · PDF PAGE 51
…y of any freedom of action. Whenever the ground is so difficult that only one man can move at a time, a party of three takes not half as long again but twice as long as a party of two, since the operation of pulling in a section of rope is duplicated. The speed of a party means a great deal to its safety. As regards nightfall, weather conditions, and avalanches or falling stones, two is evidently much safer than three. Another point is that it is at least twice as hard to find two competent companions as it is to find one. The combination of Mu…
1903 · PDF PAGE 19
17 Of the dotards, slow constraint of Maurya’s mind Tothe one end. Next, study: next, research In places long-forgotten of the West, Deep hidden of the East : the perfect rite Dragged by laborious hand and brain to shape And this [ Raises giass.| the first fruits ! Hail, thou fount of wit, Light liquor, child of cares how heavy ! Drink ! The peace of the Priest ! [He drinks up the liquor.| Be thou my light ! Uncloud the misty channels of the mind! Off, horror ! Off, compassion ! Be the brain The almighty engine of the Will—and those Subtler and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 161
…ntom airy ! Solid and warm, short snatches of light song Issuing cheery now and then. “ Be wary ! ” Quoth the wise Earl, “ I wander very long Far from my quest, assuredly to fall Sideways each step towards the House of Wrong, “ Were but one choice demented. Choice is small Here though. (A flash of insight in his mind) Which of these three gets answer to its call ? “ Yon shallop ?—leave to Galahad ! Resigned Yon hermit to be welcome Lancelot ! For me—the inn—what fate am I to find ? “ Who cares ? Shall I seek ever—do ye wot ?— But in the outré, …
1901 · PDF PAGE 45
…dissolves to death ! Ah ! let me perish so, and not endure Thy falsehood who have known thy love was sure, Built up by sighs a palace of long years— Lo ! it was faery, and the spell of tears T
1903 · PDF PAGE 27
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1904 · PDF PAGE 18
…again !) was over all The pangs of death foreseen ; his eye Sought the high rafter vacantly. A week, and he would see no more ! His lady long had gone — O Lor’ ! I hear ‘ St. Agnes’ Eve ’ suggest To this 8’s better a far best ; Spenserian solemnity Fits this part of my minstrelsy. Now is the breath of winter in the hall. The logs die out — the knight would be alone ! The brave Sir Percival de Percivale Sits like an image hewen out of stone. Ay ! he must die. The doctors all are gone, And he must follow to the dusk abode, The solemn place inscru…
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
…and silk! Your lips are like the poppies in the garden! Your face is like a wreath of flowers to crown me! Your eyes are wells wherein I long to drown me! Your hair is like a waterfall above me, A waterfall of sunset! In your bosom I hear the racing of a heart to love me. Your blood is beating like a wind-blown blossom With rapture that you mingle it in mine! Your breath is fresh as foam and keen as wine! Intoxicating glories are your glances! Your bodily beauty grips my soul and dances Its maddening measures in my heart and brain! 44
1912 · PDF PAGE 104
… ALESSANDRO. I sometimes think we are dead, not knowing it at all ; This solid earth we tread hells hated littoral ! Damned beyond hope long since ! MORTADELLO. And how does love support your Fine theory ? ALESSANDRO. Why, prince, the girls inflict the torture. MORTADELLO. Prince ! Then your jest is sharp. You make me out the devil ! ALESSANDRO. No ! Orpheus with his harp to lure us to the level ! Enter LUCREZIA and MONICA. MORTADELLO. Thus far I am with you, the summer rivals Hades. ALESSANDRO. The Church is wiser, too, to leave alone the lad…
1961 · PDF PAGE 32
…sis corollary, that one or two such Marriages do but destroy for a Time the Exacerbation of any Complex; to deracinate such is a Work of long Habit and deep Search in Darkness for the Germ thereof. But this once accomplished, that particular Complex is destroyed, or sublimated for ever. l