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Page 52 of 1961907 · PDF PAGE 120
THE HARLOT 113 morality aside with skirt and shirt when opportunity should offer. When Percy fell in love with Molly , we saw how Lady Angela enticed him from her by her maturer wisdom . Utterly false, the social hag of sixty totally eclipses the girl of sixteen ; she backs her knowledge against the latter's innocence , and wins in a canter . So much for morality . A woman is only as old as she feels ; and grey hairs do not count so long as they can be counted ; such was the innocence of our early Victorian grandmothers . Nowadays a woman is as…
1919 · PDF PAGE 270
…pace, before whom Time is ashamed, the mind be- wildered, and the understanding dark, not unto Thee may we attain, unless Thine image be Love. Therefore by seed and root and stem and bud and leaf and flower and fruit do we invoke Thee. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat; O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, sinc…
1899 · PDF PAGE 212
190 MYSTERIES: LOVE. | Kjobnhavn, January, ’97. FEEL thee shudder, clinging to my arm, Before the battlements of the salt sea,_: Black billows tipped with phosphorescent light, Towering from where we stand to yonder shore That is no earthly shore, but guards the coast Of that which is from that which is to be; Wherefore it kindles no evasive fire Nor blazes through the night, but lies forgotten Gray in the twilight; never a star is out To light the broad horizon ; only here Behind us cluster lamps, and busy sounds Of men proclaim a city; but to…
1901 · PDF PAGE 105
… Of other women, and their kisses burn Cold on the lips whose purple blood escapes, A thin chill stream ; they feel not nor discern, Nor love's low laugh return. They kiss the spiritual dead, they pass Like mists uprisen from the frosty moon, Like shadows fleeting 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 p…
1902 · PDF PAGE 123
Draw into nought All life, death, hatred, love : All self concentred in the sole desire— Hear thou the Voice of Fire ! This hope was Zoroaster's —this is mine ! Not one but many splendours hath the Shrine : Not one but many paths approach the gate That guards the Adytum, fortifying Fate ! Mine was, by weariness of blood and brain, Mere bitter fruit of pain Sought in the darkness of an harlot's bed, To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul, and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible ; Find death, yet find it living. Deep a…
1909 · PDF PAGE 202
192 THE EQUINOX Boy, as you love me, I charge you to fold Pipe over pipe into gardens of gold Such as a god may be glad to behold. Seated on high in the zons of doom, Sucked as a seed to the infinite womb, Sealed is my soul in the sheath of its tomb. Boy, as you love me, I charge you to mould Pipe after pipe, till the heavens are rolled Back and are lost as a tale that is told! III Silence and darkness are weaving a web Broidered with Nothing at uttermost ebb :— Cover, oh cover the shaming of Seb! Fling the wide veil, O Nuit, on the shame |— Sh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 202
192 THE EQUINOX Boy, as you love me, I charge you to fold Pipe over pipe into gardens of gold Such as a god may be glad to behold. Seated on high in the zons of doom, Sucked as a seed to the infinite womb, Sealed is my soul in the sheath of its tomb. Boy, as you love me, I charge you to mould Pipe after pipe, till the heavens are rolled Back and are lost as a tale that is told! III Silence and darkness are weaving a web Broidered with Nothing at uttermost ebb :— Cover, oh cover the shaming of Seb! Fling the wide veil, O Nuit, on the shame |— Sh…
1911 · PDF PAGE 53
…wine Mystical, magical, hers and mine, The dove’plumed snake of the Holy Ghost That wings and writhes in the wounds unkissedl Lie there, love—if I love you indeed Who adore and wonder and faint for drouth Of the passion-flower fallen from the other side Of time and space the tedious tide. Lie there, lie there, and let me bleed To death in the breath of the murderous mouth I 45
1911 · PDF PAGE 53
…wine Mystical, magical, hers and mine, The dove’plumed snake of the Holy Ghost That wings and writhes in the wounds unkissedl Lie there, love—if I love you indeed Who adore and wonder and faint for drouth Of the passion-flower fallen from the other side Of time and space the tedious tide. Lie there, lie there, and let me bleed To death in the breath of the murderous mouth I 45
1913 · PDF PAGE 221
…the great gardens and orchards of the King 's joy From the ancient terraced thousand steps — " The Bride 's Descent .” Behold ! her true love is a prince enchanted , And he has turned wild swan , to see his love at play : And lo ! her page has shot him , but his Fairy Sire has granted His death 's wish - He 's a galleon to bear them all away . 202
1922 · PDF PAGE 388
…CE Catherine Cotton This charming chronicle has no “plot.” It is an attempt to present a happy, witty, simple-minded woman who attracted love because she gave it out. This is a very difficult type of book to write.. The attention of the reader must be aroused and held by the sheer merit of the writing, and the publishers believe they have found in Catherine Cotton a writer with just the right gifts of wit, sympathy, and understanding. DOMENICO H, M. Anderson This is the story of a Cardinal of Rome, a member of one of the great noble families. I…
1906 · PDF PAGE 85
…n face and haggard eyes what vast Voices of misery had held her fast, And made her curse her own lock’s cruelty. So by her beauty and my love we swore, And by the light within mine eyes, by her Sweet shame: that never so we sunder again. But she: ‘‘ You swear ‘by thy bright face’ in vain; ‘ By thy sweet self’ you grow a perjurer; Who have shamed my face and made me but an whore.” THE THIRTY-FOURTH DAY. ‘* Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.” Romeo and Jultet. SWEET are the swift hard struggles…
1898 · PDF PAGE 53
…. CHORUS. In the heart of a conqueror mercy sits A brighter jewel than vengeance wroken, And grace is the web that his people knits, And love is the balm for the hearts nigh broken. Peace is arisen, a dove for token, Righteousness, bright as the swallow fiits. JARED [aszde}. So, in his victory is our disgrace. CHORUS. Fair as the dawn is the maiden wise, Pale as the poppies by still white water, Sunlight burns in her pure deep eyes, Love lights the tresses of Jephthah’s daughter ; Kissing rays of the moon have caught her, Rays of the moon that …
1899 · PDF PAGE 23
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 15 That these woods build me ; hold my trembling hand, Teach me to love ; I do not understand. He clasped her to him, but no word might say, And led her from the pool a little way, And there he laid her on the flowery mead, And watched her weeping. His forgotten reed Floated away, a ship for fairy folk, Along the limpid rivulet. Then broke From smitten heart and ravished lips the tongue Of fire that clad its essence with the robe of song. SONG OF CHARICLES O fountains of pale sapphire, and clear green, O hills of purple, an…
1903 · PDF PAGE 48
…avail me from the scorn Of my own concierge. Adorn The facts I might ; you know them not ; But that were just the one black blot On this love’s lesson : still, to excuse Myself to you, who could not choose But make some weak apology Before the concierge’s eye! True, you are far too high to accuse— Perhaps would rather not be told? You shall hear. Does a miner lose If through the quartz he gets to gold? Yes: Nina was a thing of nought, A little laughing lewd gamine, Idle and vicious, void of thought, Easy, impertinent, unclean— Utterly charming!…
1905 · PDF PAGE 134
…on waves his jewelled sword ; the tingling waves absorb Into their lustre as they move the light of all the sky. I am so faint for utter love I sigh and long to die. Far on the misty ocean’s verge flares out the Southern Cross, And the long billows on the marge of coral idly toss, This night of nights ! The stars disdain a lustre dusk or dim. Twin love-birds on the land complain, a wistful happy hymn. I turn my face toward the main : I laugh and dive and swim. Now fronts me foaming all the light of surf-bound waters pent ; Now from the black br…
1905 · PDF PAGE 10
… well won. How hours were days, and all the misery Abode, all mine : O thou ! didst thou regret ? Wast thou asleep as I ? Didst thou not love me yet ? For, know ! the moon is not the moon until She hath the knowledge to fulfil Her music, till she know herself the moon. So thou, so I ! The stone unhewn, Foursquare, the sphere, of human hands immune, Was not yet chosen for the corner-piece And key-stone of the Royal Arch of Sex ; Unsolved the ultimate x ; The virginal breeding breeze Was yet of either unstirred ; Unspoken the Great Word. Then on …
1919 · PDF PAGE 200
…sses reverently And hid myself. The garden’s glow Darkened, and all the gold below Went out, and left the gold above To its sacrament of love, Save where, to sentinel my station, Gold lilies bowed in adoration. Had I not feared to move, I might Have hid my shame from such a night! Man is not worthy to intrude His soullessness on solitude; Yet God hath made it to befriend Pilgrims, that His peace may pend, A dove upon the dire and dark Waters that assail the ark, And lure their less love to His own. Life is a song, a speech, a groan, As may be; …
1954 · PDF PAGE 80
…almost ludicrous. That is all, just now, sister; no more of your cavilling, please; sit down quietly with your 777, and get it by heart! Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally , 666
1903 · PDF PAGE 64
…han chrysolite, Flowers fairer than their food, the ground ; We knew our destiny, saw how Man’s fate is written on his brow, And how our love throughout was hewn And masked and moulded by the moon. 62