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Page 44 of 1291905 · PDF PAGE 155
I50 ST PATRICK’S DAY They slew our women : let us then At least annihilate their men ! Lest the ill race from faithless graves Arise again to make us slaves. Arise, O God, and stand, and smite For Ireland’s wrong, for Ireland’s right ! Our Lady, stay the pitying tear ! There is no room for pity here ! What pity knew the Saxon e’er ? Arise, O God, and slay nor spare, Until full vengeance rightly wrought Bring all their house of wrong to nought ! Scorn, the catastrophe of crime, These be their monuments through time ! And Ireland, green once more…
1911 · PDF PAGE 57
…f the Higher, Jeanne! What is the end of it, Jeanne? Why, that’s A mystery not to be solved by cats! In the fields we wandered through to—day, Jeannel Hand in hand, this wonderful May, Jeanne 1 This May we have made so marvellous With the infinite longing and love of us, D 49
1911 · PDF PAGE 57
…f the Higher, Jeanne! What is the end of it, Jeanne? Why, that’s A mystery not to be solved by cats! In the fields we wandered through to—day, Jeannel Hand in hand, this wonderful May, Jeanne 1 This May we have made so marvellous With the infinite longing and love of us, D 49
1899 · PDF PAGE 68
… now thy gibing in the hour of joy, And lend sweet wisdom to awaiting ears. Thy voice shall carry it, thy words shall bear Full fruit to-day. Speak only, it is done. AHINOAM. I am grown old, and go not out to wars. But in the lusty days of youth my face Turned from the battle and pursuit and spoil Only to one face dearer than my soul, And my wife’s eyes were welcome more desired Than chains of roses, and the song of children, And swinging palm branches, and milk-white—elders. CHORUS. Fie on thy railing! But his wife is sick, And cannot leave th…
1899 · PDF PAGE 73
…h and salamander meet, And gnome and undine swoon for love ! Her feet that flit upon the windy way Twin fawns, the daughters of the rosy day. Behold, the arms of her desire Wave, weave, and wander in the air, Vines life-endued by subtle fire So quick and comely, curving bare ; The white diaphanous attire Floats like a spirit pale and fair ; The dance is woven of the breeze, the tune Is like the ocean silvered by the moon. Behold the maidens following, And every one is like a flower, Or like an ewe lamb of the king That comes from water at the h…
1899 · PDF PAGE 74
… of Israel, we are come to you With many maidens praising God, for this, The victory of my father. Happy girls! Whose brothers struck to-day for Israel, Whose fathers smote the heathen ; happiest, Ye blushing flowers, beyond your younger spring
1899 · PDF PAGE 57
…ng swords, With hopes and loves re-quickened, and her breath Grew calm as worships, though as dark as death Her soul had been for weary days no few ; Now, lightened by the spirit thrust anew As into a dead body breath of life, She gave sweet thanks with gentle lips that ope, Like buds of roses on the sunny slope Of lily gardens falling toward a stream That flashes back the intolerable beam Of sunlight with light heart. They fled away At Cypris word, beyond the bounds of day Into the awful caverns of the night, Eerie with ghosts imagined, and …
1904 · PDF PAGE 17
…um, Work at them, groan at them, week by week, Grind like a matchmaker down ir a slum ; Slave all night, though no answer come, Smug all day, though the summer blaze, . All may do that till the brain succumb :— Not every bowler can break both ways! Vain be the struggle of party clique! } The ground is iron, the wicket is crumb, 1 In 1896-99, the author was excluded from the Cambridge Eleven, owing to the machinations of his relentless and Machiavellian persecutors. Owing to this disgraceful jobbery, the Oxford team were in no case dismissed wit…
1910 · PDF PAGE 392
…r. The child complains—how feebly now! His eyes are blank ; he looks at her; The cold sweat gathers on his brow. To save the world—three days away|! His life in knighthood’s life is furled, And knighthood’s life in his—to-day |— His darling staked against the world | Will he die there, his task undone? Or dare he live, at such a cost? He cries against the impassive sun : The world is dim, is all but lost. Then, with the bitterness of death Cutting his soul, his fingers clench The piteous passage of her breath. The dews of horror rise and drench…
1910 · PDF PAGE 392
…r. The child complains—how feebly now! His eyes are blank ; he looks at her; The cold sweat gathers on his brow. To save the world—three days away|! His life in knighthood’s life is furled, And knighthood’s life in his—to-day |— His darling staked against the world | Will he die there, his task undone? Or dare he live, at such a cost? He cries against the impassive sun : The world is dim, is all but lost. Then, with the bitterness of death Cutting his soul, his fingers clench The piteous passage of her breath. The dews of horror rise and drench…
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
…Keep your ancient ways A little. I must play the part through so. CHORUS. In the ways of the North and the South Whence the dark and the dayspring are drawn, . We pass with the song of the mouth Of the notable Lord of the Dawn. Unto Ra, the desire of the East, let the clamour of singing proclaim The fire of his name ! In the ways of the East and the West Whence the night and the day are dis- crowned, We pass with the beat of his breast, And the breath of his crying is bound. Unto Toum, the low Lord of the West, let the noise of our chant be the…
1929 · PDF PAGE 88
…a had had an idea. Balloch had taken a ticket for Dijon — he would take one, too. And he would go — he would retrieve his error of yesterday. He was not in the least afraid of that cub Grey, when Simon Iff was not there to back him. It would go hard, but he should get a drop of Lisa's blood — if he had to bribe the wagon-lit man. Then — who knows? — there might even be a chance to kill Grey. He waited till the last moment before he boarded the train. The train would stop at Moret-les-Sablons; by that time the beds would be made up; he would hav…
1898 · PDF PAGE 44
…h o’ th’ mind Tells the grief-numbed senses ’tis but sleep— See ! the pale glimmer of a ghostly arm Flashes a spot of light !—Ah ! weary day ! ’Tis but the flickering of the candle-light And the unmanning sorrow of the heart That lends the reins to fancy’s charioteer. Lay them together, let us leave them there ! There comes a vision to my mortal eyes Of things immortal. Hark ! the growing swell Of some wild clarion through the dazzling night, Whose fairy aether suddenly illumes With silver meteors innumerable And golden showers of stars—lost wo…
1913 · PDF PAGE 164
…wrought. Nothing is lost : all that is dreamed or done Passes unaltered the eternal way , Immerging in the everlasting One , Who was the dayspring and who is the day . Joscelyn . Good poet , cease , and quaff some ale with me . John . You have not said who raised me from the sod . Henry . Your speech is rank and hellish blasphemy . Caspar . Nay , nay ,- and yet it surely is not God . Andrea . It's God perchance — but of some other nation . Dives . It's nothing better than a poet 's dream . Lazarus . It is not Christ . Lazarillo . It's empty dec…
1928 · PDF PAGE 67
…s, good luck, armouries of circumstance, were heaped up on one side of the Judges box like prizes upon the plat- form at a school feast day; but this case was different in this particular respect, that the gifts were not the reward of any effort, but quite on the contrary a favour accorded to him who had not yet lived, a favour able to deter-
1929 · PDF PAGE 211
…An hour later, as supper ended, the sound of the bell rang through the House. The visitor was Simon Iff. He found Cyril dressed in every-day clothes, no more in his green robe. The boy was smoking a cigar upon the Terrace where he had read his poem on the day after Walpurgis Night. He did not rise to greet his master. "Tell the Praetor that you have seen Caius Marius a fugitive seated upon the ruins of Carthage!" he exclaimed. "Don't take it so hardly, boy!" cried the old mystic. "The man who makes no mistakes makes nothing. But it is my duty t…
1899 · PDF PAGE 86
…e, wreathed By the fingers of the maid Each has chosen for a mate, When the west wind lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maiden’s horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love ; Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air; Never feet shall wander deep | Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled su…
1901 · PDF PAGE 139
…the dawn Intoxicate, deceive the soul. Let every shadow be withdrawn ! Let there be Light, supreme and whole ! O Ra, thou golden Lord of Day, The Sun of Righteousness display ! The burden is so hard to bear. I took too adamant a cross ; This sackcloth rends my soul to wear ; My self-denial is as dross ! O Shu, that holdest up the sky, Hold thou thy servant, lest he die !
1903 · PDF PAGE 73
…eam Of glowing truth, our lunar light! Are you not ready? Who would stay ? Arise, O Queen, O Queen of Night! Arise, and leave the little day! 71
1904 · PDF PAGE 87
…knowledge. I should not have been expected in that station to produce a thought, Or do anything but drawa little salary; And I would one day eventually most graciously let loose a thought On some subject such as Maeterlinck or Malory. But good-bye to thoughts of greatness amid men of Major Schol. degree! It’s the first step that regards me with defiance; They’ll allow me, p’raps, the General, or possibly the Poll Degree, , For my papers in the Trip. of Moral Science. So I, who might have risen to the fame of such a man as Hobbes, Or Leibnitz, o…