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Page 52 of 1231905 · PDF PAGE 16
…e earth and her glorious dye, The light that the darkness reveals, The river, the sea, and the sky; All nature, or joyful or dire, Life, death, let them throng to the lyre, All sealed with the marvellous seals ! Let them live in my sob, let them love in my song, let them even be I! Let me in most various song Be seasons, be rivers that roll, Be stars, the untameable throng, All parts of the ultimate whole; All nature in various attire Be woven to one tune of the lyre, One tune where a million belong— Multitudinous murmur and moan, melodious, on…
1905 · PDF PAGE 123
…How petty looks Thy will to My desire? Hebe and Hera to Eurydice? I, knowing all the progress of the earth, The dim procession, altering death and birth, The Seven Stairs, the gusts of life in fire And Love in Life, and all the serpent girth 124
1910 · PDF PAGE 392
…e? 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 Sir Palamede the Saracen. Then, rising from the hideous meal, He plunges to the land of men With nerves renewed and limbs of steel. Who is the naked man that rides Yon tameless stallion on the plain, His face like Hell's? What fury guides The maniac beast without a rein?
1910 · PDF PAGE 396
…the giant fails To stir the fatuous dwarf, malign Who smiles! But Bors on Arthur rails That never a knight is worth but one. “ By Goddes death ” (quod he), “ what ails
1910 · PDF PAGE 392
…e? 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 Sir Palamede the Saracen. Then, rising from the hideous meal, He plunges to the land of men With nerves renewed and limbs of steel. Who is the naked man that rides Yon tameless stallion on the plain, His face like Hell's? What fury guides The maniac beast without a rein?
1910 · PDF PAGE 396
…the giant fails To stir the fatuous dwarf, malign Who smiles! But Bors on Arthur rails That never a knight is worth but one. “ By Goddes death ” (quod he), “ what ails
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
…st, And the breath of his crying is bound. Unto Toum, the low Lord of the West, let the noise of our chant be the breath Proclaiming him Death ! And the violent song of the seas. Unto Mou, the most powerful Lord of the South, let our worship declare Him Lord of the Air! In the mutable fields that are sown Of a seed that is whiter than noon, Whose harvest is beaten and blown By the magical rays of the moon, In the caverns and wharves of the wind, in the desolate seas of the air, Revolveth our prayer ! In the sands and the desert of death, In the…
1930 · PDF PAGE 122
…s military genius, or much knowledge of Greek; how do these attainments help his purpose, or the purpose of the Brothers ? He was put to death by Calvin, or stoned by Hezekiah; as a snake he was killed by a villager, or as an éléphant slain in battle under Hamilcar. How do such memories help him ? Until he hâve thoroughly mastered the reason for every incident in his past, and found a purpose for every item of his présent equipment, he cannot truly answer even those Three Questions that were first put to him, even the Three Questions of the Rit…
1907 · PDF PAGE 90
GARGOYLES BEING STRANGELY WROUGHT IMAGES OF LIFE AND DEATH 1907 TO L. BENTROVATA. Nec tamen illa mihi dextra deducta paterna Fragrantem Assyrio venit odore domum sed furtiva dedit muta munuscula nocte. Go sunnily through my garden of flowers, dear maiden o’ mine, and once in a while you ‘that man had no place therein. every garden is the world; and in the world these are. So every cathedral is the world, and the architect of Notre Dame deserved his heaven. To me life and death have most often appeared in majesty and beauty, in solemnity and hor…
1898 · PDF PAGE 44
Lay them together, breast to maiden breast, Limb linked with limb, and lips to pallid lips, So beautiful in death—the moth 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 th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 106
…seal of God upon his blasted brow, To whom His angels bow. Rise, Phantom disanointed, and proclaim Thine own destruction, and the sleepy death Of those material essences that flame A little moment for a little breath, The love that perisheth ! Rise, sisters, who have ignorantly striven On pale pure limbs to pasture your desire, Who should have fixed your souls on highest Heaven, And satiated your longings in that fire, And struck that mightier lyre ! Let the ripe kisses of your thirsty throats And beating blossoms of your breath, and flowers Of…
1901 · PDF PAGE 25
…OURT OF THE PROFANE. 13 The agony of extreme joy, And horror of the infinite blind Passions that sear us and destroy, Rebuilding for the deathless mind A deathless body, whose alloy Is gold and fire, whose passions find The tears of their caress a dew, Fiery, to make creation new. This agony and bloody sweat, This scarring torture of desire, Refine us, madden us, and set The feast of unbegotten fire Before our mouths, that mingle yet In this ; the mighty-moulded lyre Of many stars still strikes above Chords of the mastery of love. This subtle f…
1909 · PDF PAGE 14
…ery'heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life; yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. 7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the ’ circle. “Come unto me’ is a foolish word: for it is I that go. I3
1910 · PDF PAGE 488
112 THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD Surely there stole a subtle madness Into their veins, more strong than death: For all the roots of sin and sadness Were plucked. As a flower perisheth, So all sin died. And in that place All they did know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Then fell the night. Above the baying Of the great Beast, that was the bass To all the harps of Heaven a-playing, There came a solemn voice (not one But was upon his knees in praying And glorifying God). The Son Of God Himself—men thought—spoke then. “ Arise!…
1910 · PDF PAGE 488
112 THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD Surely there stole a subtle madness Into their veins, more strong than death: For all the roots of sin and sadness Were plucked. As a flower perisheth, So all sin died. And in that place All they did know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Then fell the night. Above the baying Of the great Beast, that was the bass To all the harps of Heaven a-playing, There came a solemn voice (not one But was upon his knees in praying And glorifying God). The Son Of God Himself—men thought—spoke then. “ Arise!…
1913 · PDF PAGE 164
…Monro . He is that one Desire , that life , that breath , That Soul which, with infinity of pain , Passes through revelation and through death Onward and upward to itself again . Out of the lives of heroes and their deeds , Out of the miracle of human thought, Out of the songs of singers, God proceeds ; And of the soul of them his Soul is 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 …
1907 · PDF PAGE 157
…n looks back, and asks if life be wasted. Fivefold : delight in woman altering To joy of sunlight only: love of life Changing to fear of death: the golden spring Trembles; he hates the cold, the winter strife, Laughs not with lust of combat : feebly cling His old hands: he has sepultured his wife : Last, palsied, shaking, drawing tremorous breath, He gasps and stumbles in the pit of death. Of worlds—I invoke ye! ORPHEUS. O girded and spanned By the deeds of time, Rocks shattered and planned In your depth: where climb The race and the Jand, And …
1898 · PDF PAGE 5
…fttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashioned as a sword, My voice is like the voice of death. The thunder of the Spirits wings Brings terror to the hearts of kings. Anon, and I am driven out In desert places by desire ; My mouth is salt and dry ; I doubt If hell hath such another fire ; If Gods damnation can devise A lust to match these agonies. The desert wind my body burns, The voice of flesh consumes my soul ;
1926 · PDF PAGE 13
…ery'heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life; yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. 7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the ’ circle. “Come unto me’ is a foolish word: for it is I that go. I3
1947 · PDF PAGE 6
…awake In the grip of the snake. The eagle slashes with beak and claw ; The gods withdraw : The great beasts come, Io Pan ! I am borne To death on the horn Of the Unicorn. I am Pan ! Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan ! I am thy mate, I am thy man, Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god, Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to equinox. And I rave ; and I rape and I rip and I rend Everlasting, world without end. Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Pan…