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…er: in my patchwork brain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder ! Yes, though I hate her well enough to kill, I know that then my soul would love her still. THE SONNET. I, THE solemn hour, and the magnetic swoon Of midnight in a poet’s lonely hall ! Grave spirits answer (angels if he call) The invocations of his lofty tune. Thus in his measures nature craves the boon To be reflected ; and his rhymes appal Or charm mankind as tides that flow or fall, Waxes or…
1905 · PDF PAGE 192
…liceting in a seer’s glass, Beckoning, yearning, amorous of the noon When earth dreams on in swoon. They are so sick for sorrow, that my eyes Are moist because their passion was so fair, So pure and comely that no sacrifice Seems to waft up a sweeter savour there, Where God’s grave ear takes prayer. O desecrated lovers ! O divine Passionate martyrs, Virgin unto death! O kissing daughters of the unfed brine! O sisters of the west wind’s pitiful breath, There is One that pitieth ! One far above the heavens crowned alone, Immitigable, intangible, …
1899 · PDF PAGE 32
…e a dove, Hovers, and lingers, and wings his flight, Spurned and rejected and lost to sight; But we desire him, a holy bird, And we turn eyes to the hollow hills ; For God is strong, and His iron word Mocks at the gods of the woods and rills. For .our God is as a fire That consumeth every one That is underneath the sun, And our uttermost desire Must abase, with rent attire, Souls and bodies to His throne, Where above the starry choir Stands the jasper, where alone Palest seraphim respire
1899 · PDF PAGE 22
…rosy feet Held in his hands and touched with reverent lips Revived her soul more perfectly. Soon slips Her gentle answer ; now her timid eyes So tender with the lifted lashes rise To meet his gaze. He spoke : Have pity on me Who wronged thee for my perfect love of thee, My perfect love, O love ! for strange and dread Delights consume me ; I am as one dead Beating at Heavens gate with nerveless wing, Wailing because the song the immortals sing Is so fast barred behind the iron sky. Speak but thine anger quickly ; let me die ! But I forgiv…
1901 · PDF PAGE 29
…the scribe of destiny, And Mary’s excellent virginity ! Ye are the witness of the ageless youth That crowns the sonnet. In your wondrous eyes Lie hidden all the secrets of the world, And as the lightning of your look is hurled So glean I something of life’s harmonies. Look then upon me ! Let my insight pierce The clouds of this material universe Unto your splendour that no mortal eye May see and live. Even so, how small the price ! My soul accepts its own sweet sacrifice : Let me but strike one perfect chord—and die.
1902 · PDF PAGE 129
… of me— the middle course of them, Pure human love ? And, if your song be true. As I, who heard the voice, the earnestness, Saw the deep eyes, and truth aflame in them. Know—then the choice be Mary's and not mine ! I love you better, were that possible ; Will make you a true wife, and lead your hand. Or be led by you, in the pleasant path. For me, I enter not— Blessed be God !— In those dark problems that disturb your soul. Mine is the simple nature. Look at me ! TannhAuser. Lady pure, miracle of true love, 1 have a bitter word and harsh to say…
1904 · PDF PAGE 103
…rt. O legs like the legs of the Saviour ! O feet ! O, immutable toes ! O mute and impressive behaviour Of thy stallion aquiline nose ! O eyes not of lust but of languor ! O lips not of flesh but of paint ! Bite hard, though of course not in anger, O, Stephane, saint ! When the stars of the heaven arc bust up, And the earth tails away from the sun ; Thou wilt still be as ready to thrust up Thy penis, till penes are done : And the boys that come northward from Naples Together shall cling and to thee. If ye cannot ape heaven, ye can ape hells. And…
1905 · PDF PAGE 60
…he skeleton For tit-bits that she had let go. Yet you are like to it, this dung, this carrion, To this infection doubly dire, Star of my eyes that are, and still my nature’s sun, You, O my angel ! You, my own desire ! Yes ! such will you be, queen, in graces that surpass, Once the last sacraments are said ; When you depart beneath wide-spreading blooms and grass To rot amid the bones of many dead. Then, O my beauty ! tell the worms, who will devour With kisses all of you to dust ; That I have kept the form and the essential power Divine of my d…
1910 · PDF PAGE 88
… blade is of blue steel, its hilt encrusted with rubies. The man is come to his full strength ; he is very dark with deep-set glittering eyes of green flecked with fire. His beard is short, square, curly, and black mingled with red. It is noon ; the sun stands sole and supreme in the abyss of azure. The grove is completely hidden from the outer world by its ilex, and by the dark fastnesses of yew and cypress about it. The man — Alexander, the great king — stands upright, facing the God, his arms raised as if to smite with the sword. ALEXANDER N…
1913 · PDF PAGE 43
…wn Remembrance . And when some caress Tendered in habit ( once a flame All heaven sang out to ) wakes the shame Unworded , in the steady eyes We 'll have that day , what shall we do ? Being so noble , kill the two Who ' ve reached their second - best ? Being wise Break cleanly off, and get away , Follow down other windier skies New lures , alone ? Or shall we stay , Since this is all we ' ve known , content In the lean twilight of such day , And not remember , not lament ? That time when all is over , and Hand never finches , brushing hand ; 24
1926 · PDF PAGE 33
…et fourfold word, the blas- phemy against all gods of men. 50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them! 51. With my Hawk’s head I peek at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross. 52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed and blind him. 53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din. 54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds. 55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon Wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you! 56. Also for beauty’s sake and love’s! 57. Despise also all co…
1905 · PDF PAGE 53
… sand Where lilies fill the land Are silent, while the moon ascends to span the curvéd leaves. The lordly stars arise With pity in their eyes So large and clear and wise, And angels yearn toward the world that wonders, wakes, and grieves. Sleep holds the hand of life, And, as a loving wife Moves not for fear the sufferer should wake before his hour, So sleep is deadly calm, And fills with perfect balm 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 he…
1899 · PDF PAGE 184
…ered kisses for thy listening lips, While Eos blushes in the sky, to find A fairer, queenlier maiden, and as kind To man and maid, whose eyes are lit by the same mind. Thou hast, as Pallas hath, a polished shield, Whose Gorgon-head is Hatred, and a sword Sharper than Love’s. Thy wisdom is revealed To them who love, but thou hast aye abhorred The children of revenge, to them is sealed Thy book, so clear to me. Thy book where seven sins their sceptres wield, And seven sorrows track them, and one joy Cancels their infamy ; Shame and regret are fus…
1904 · PDF PAGE 29
… in a mirror. I thank you, M. Davenport ! This smile Is worth a husband. Here, one touch of pink Completes a perfect picture — Are these eyes Dark eno’ to look love or sin, and large (O Atropine !) to beam forth innocence ? Innocence, a grim jest for sixty years ! Nay, sixty-three ; I lie not to myself ; Else one sins lying ; this is virtue mixed, A bubbling draught that soon lies still and flat ; While my great lust runs deep and dark, nor changes For all that time can do. What of this boy ? I knew his father ; the man feared me well For all h…
1906 · PDF PAGE 50
… Your body is like ivory 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 hear…
1909 · PDF PAGE 117
…im grey beard was a shade whiter than when Roderic had last patronised the “ Lapin,” five years before ; but the kindly, gay, triumphant eyes were nowise dimmed by time. He knew Roderic at a glance, and gave his left hand carelessly, as if he had been gone but yesterday. Time ambles easily for the owner of such an eyrie, his life content with wine and song and simple happiness. 107
1909 · PDF PAGE 117
…im grey beard was a shade whiter than when Roderic had last patronised the “ Lapin,” five years before ; but the kindly, gay, triumphant eyes were nowise dimmed by time. He knew Roderic at a glance, and gave his left hand carelessly, as if he had been gone but yesterday. Time ambles easily for the owner of such an eyrie, his life content with wine and song and simple happiness. 107
1913 · PDF PAGE 117
Robert Keable . *ST. PETER SPEAKS TO A LAD WHO VISITS HIM ON THE EVE OF MARTYRDOM . A YE , lad ! He crossed the court , and in His eyes n I read the certain knowledge of a man Who looks on death and counts its agonies , Yet garners slow and sure as for a prize . I looked - belike you scarcely can believe ! And saw the bound and blood - stained hands , the Face Part bruised , all shamed by that it did receive , And yet , so fierce was I, forebore to grieve . I did expect a King (I saw a slave !) A kingdom ushered with the trump of God ; And this…
1913 · PDF PAGE 183
…h match thee with the birchen bark , And let thy feet touch dead , dead leaves , And gaze thou in yon stream that grieves , To see thine eyes so sad , so dark , And thine hair like golden sheaves . 164
1898 · PDF PAGE 136
…mned ghost ? Ugh ! blotchy spectre ! Fiend, aroint ! Ah Christ, he creeps toward me ; every joint Quivers with passion ; he will tear my eyes ! Away ! more liquor ! come, green cockatrice ! Come, filthy draught of fire ! green dancing fiend On serpent’s vomit and whore’s spittle weaned, Fire my fierce brain ! resolve my rotted heart ! Fill me with drunkenness ! How changed thou art, Body, from that these women loved so well ! God ! will they still lust after me in Hell ? But this is Hell ! Aha ! if you were me, Blind staring cripple yonder, you…