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…ghed, Poisoned my neighbour, a young girl Sent here for marrying an earl. Of course she did not die. But then On earth I never killed my men; They only die whom one forgets. Remember that each action sets Its mark still deeper in the mind! 104
… 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.
… 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.
…ile answering flames illume the deep, The blue pavilions blaze to heaven. Silent and stern the northward way They ride; alone before his men Staggers through black to rose and grey Sir Palamede the Saracen.
…ing armour! Here’s a posy, here’s a garland, here’s a chain of daisies! Here’s a charmer! There’s a charmer ! Praise the God that crazes men, the God that raises All our lives to ecstasy !” Sir Palamedes was too wise To mock their gentle wooing; He smiles into their sparkling eyes While they his armour are undoing. “ For who” (quoth he) “ may say that this Is not the mystery I miss?” Soon he is gathered in the dance, And smothered in the flowers.
…ccessive meals, and I thought I ought to look into his room to see if all was weI/. I must explain that I have known only two European women and three European men who could sit in the attitude called Padmasana, which is that usually seen in seated images of the Buddha. Of these men, Allan was one. He could knot his legs so well that, putting his hands on the ground, he could swing his body to and fro in the air between them. When I looked into his room I found him not seated on his meditation mat, which was in the centre of the room at the end…
…be no longer any doubt of his complete insanity; for three weeks he had been raving with absinthe and satyriasis. He survived his confinement no long time ; the burning of the asylum with its in- mates was one of the most terrible events of the war of 1870. So died one of the must talented Englishmen of his century, a man who for wide knowledge of men and things was truly to be envied, yet one who sold his birthright for a mess of beastlier pottage than ever Esau guzzled, who sold soul and body to Satan for sheer love of sin, whose mere lust of…
…n, who with locks and bars Dost seal that kingdom silent and abhorred That stretches out and binds with iron cord The hopes and lives of men, and makes and mars ! O thou thrice noble for the deadly scars That answered vainly thy victorious sword ! Wagner ! creator of a world of light As beautiful as God’s, bend down to me, And whisper me the secrets of thy heart, That I may follow and dispel the night, And fight life through, a comrade unto thee, Under Love’s banner with the sword of Art ! O
Vv I ama boy inthis. Alas! Look round on all the world of men! The boys are oft of genus ‘‘ass.” Think yourself lucky, lady, then, If I at least am boy. You laugh? Not you! Is this love’s epitaph, God’s worm erect on Herod’s throne? “ Ah, if I only had not known!” All wrong, belovéd! Truth be ours, The one white flower (of all the flowers) You ever cared for! Ignorance May set its puppets up to dance ; We know who pulls the strings. No sage; A man unwashed, the bearded brute! His wife, the mother-prostitute ! Behind the marionetted stage See th…
XXIII Now still he holdeth argument : “So grand a Beast must house him well ; Hence, now beseemeth me frequent Cathedral, palace, citadel.” So, riding fast among the flowers Far off, a Gothic spire he spies, That like a gladiator towers Its spear-sharp splendour to the skies. The people cluster round, acclaim : “Sir Knight, good knight, thy quest is won. Here dwells the Beast in orient flame, Spring-sweet, and swifter than the sun!” Sir Palamede the Saracen Spurs to the shrine, afire to win The end; and all the urgent men Throng with him eloque…
XXIII Now still he holdeth argument : “So grand a Beast must house him well ; Hence, now beseemeth me frequent Cathedral, palace, citadel.” So, riding fast among the flowers Far off, a Gothic spire he spies, That like a gladiator towers Its spear-sharp splendour to the skies. The people cluster round, acclaim : “Sir Knight, good knight, thy quest is won. Here dwells the Beast in orient flame, Spring-sweet, and swifter than the sun!” Sir Palamede the Saracen Spurs to the shrine, afire to win The end; and all the urgent men Throng with him eloque…
…ur flat In Hazel Avenue . But I could walk to Hampstead Heath And crown her head with daisies, And watch the streaming world beneath And men with other Maisies . When I was ill and she was pale And empty stood our store , She left the latchkey on its nail And saw me never more .
…n and change, but in Life is gained an Unity which moveth and changeth only in pulse or in phase, and is even as music. Yet in the attainment of this Life you will already have experienced that the Quintessence thereof is pure Light, an ecstacy formless, and without bound or mark. In this Light naught exists, for It is homogeneous: and therefore have men called it Silence, and Darkness, and Nothing. But in this, as in all other effort to name it, is the root of every fal- sity and misapprehension, since all words imply some dual- ity. Therefore…
…ive. He only remarked, Then you were not guillo- tined? I was not, sir, retorted the other passionately. At that time capital punishment was never inflicted in France, though not officially abrogated. I may say, he added, with the pride of a legislator, that my action lent considerable strength to the agitation which led to its reintroduction. No, sir, I was not guillotined. I was sentenced to perpetual imprisonment in Devils Island. He shud- dered. Can you imagine that accursed Isle? Can your fancy paint one tithe of its horror? Can…
…on With bands and bars we strive against in vain, Far o’er the world, and all its triple iron And brazen chain, Far from the change that men call life fled higher Into the world immutable of sleep, We see our loved one, and vain eyes desire In vain to weep. Woeful our gaze, if on Ione Earth descendent, To view the absence of yon flame afar— Yet in the Heavens, anew, divine, resplendent, Behold a star ! One light the less, that steady flamed and even Amid the dusk of Earth’s uncertain shore ; One light the less, but in Jehovah’s Heaven One star …
…lysis? Well, to answer first of all in a common-sense way, the difference is simply that the impression is deeper, is less to be shaken. Men of sense and education are always ready to admit that they may have been mistaken in the quality of their observation of any phenomenon, and men a little more advanced are almost certain to attain to a placid kind of speculation as to whether the objects of sense are not mere shadows on a screen. I take off my glasses. Now I cannot read my manuscript. I had two sets of lenses, one natural, one artificial. …
… strikest: yet methinks One blow should serve to drive yon nail well home Where thou with tenfold stroke THESEUS. Good Heracles! Not all men owe thy strength—— ARGUS. Nay, let him try! Take my toy hammer! HERACLES, T have split the wood! THESEUS. Vexation sits tremendous on his brow. Beware a hero’s fury! Thou art mad, Argus, to play so dangerous a trick.
40 XV Sir PaLaMeEDE the Saracen Hath come to an umbrageous land Where nymphs abide, and Pagan men. The Gods are nigh, say they, at hand. How warma throb from Venus stirs The pulses of her worshippers ! Nor shall the Tuscan God be found Reluctant from the altar-stone : His perfume shall delight the ground, His presence to his folk be known In darkling grove and glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers …
40 XV Sir PaLaMeEDE the Saracen Hath come to an umbrageous land Where nymphs abide, and Pagan men. The Gods are nigh, say they, at hand. How warma throb from Venus stirs The pulses of her worshippers ! Nor shall the Tuscan God be found Reluctant from the altar-stone : His perfume shall delight the ground, His presence to his folk be known In darkling grove and glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers …
Vv Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns t…