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Page 54 of 1231909 · PDF PAGE 337
…From all that ruin am I risen! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My azure passage with her smiles. Now! O what love divine redeems My death, and bathes it in her beams! What sacring transubstantiates My flesh and blood, and incarnates The quintessential Pan? What shore Stretches beyond this secret door? Hail! O thou sevenfold star of green, Thou fourfold glory—all this teen Caught up in ecstasy—a boon To pass me singing through the moon! Nay! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond: But this I know that I am gone To…
1929 · PDF PAGE 146
…tion. The sulphur, burning in little patches here and there, where a candle had fallen and kindled it, added the reek of hell to that of death. Abdul Bey of a sudden was taken deathly sick; at the end he pitched forward, prone upon the corpses. Vesquit pulled him roughly back, and administered a violent stimulant, which made him master of himself. Now Arthwait started the final conjuration. It can hardly be called language; it was like the jabber of a monkey-house, and like the yells of a thousand savages, and like the moaning of damned souls. …
1902 · PDF PAGE 111
… : the Voice begotten said : " Divided be thy ways and limited ! " Answered the reflux and the indrawn breath : " Let there be Life, and Death !" " The Earth, she shall be governed by her parts : Division be upon her ! Let her glory From crown to valley, source and spring to mouth, North unto South, Smooth gulf and sea to rugged promontory, Always be vexed and drunken, that the hearts Ruling her course round alway in the sky ; And as an handmaid let her serve and die ! One season, let it still confound another ; No man behold his brother ; No c…
1907 · PDF PAGE 6
…lamed in the starlight ; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower Still red, but red with the ecstasy of blood. Dear love, dear wife, dear mother of the child Whose fair faint features are a match for mine, Lurks there no secret where your body smiled, 1 R
1912 · PDF PAGE 59
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 41 MORTADELLO. Body and blood of God ! THE DOGE. Death ! THE ARCHBISHOP. Sacrilege ! GABRIELE. Close the doors ! Let none escape ! A VOICE. The doors are thronged. MORTADELLO. Swords ! Swords ! GABRIELE. Who roars So loud ? Keep silence, sir, or we are all undone ! MORTADELLO. Misshapen knave ! THE DOGE. Peace, peace. MORTADELLO. Thou misbegotten one ! Lay hands upon the household. [The church fills with smoke. GABRIELE. Alls gone dark. THE DOGE. Gone dark ! MORTADELLO. Gone dark ! GABRIELE. Crackles and fumes ; they ha…
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
… wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the god’s delight: Here, from the edge of night I pluck thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day, the ba…
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
… wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the god’s delight: Here, from the edge of night I pluck thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day, the ba…
1905 · PDF PAGE 119
… have no more day, we are fain to say Alas ! In Love’s a cure For Fortune’s hate ; In Love’s a lure Shall laugh at Fate ; We have tolled Death’s knell ; All streams are pure ; We are new-create ; All’s well, all’s well! We have God to endure, we are very sure All’s well ! In such wise rang the challenge unto Death With clear high eloquence and happy breath ; So did a brave sad heart grow glad again And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith. When I am dead, remember me for this That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss ; Laughed with the St…
1899 · PDF PAGE 49
…mult awaken ; When foam by fresh foam overtaken Boils sanguine and fervent and free. For its sides are a million of paces; Its centre is Death as he stands Pale-horsed, where the iciest places Chill blood in the furious hands. He stands like a spectre, and urges The horsemen in thunderous surges On columns where blood not asperges The splashing of struggling bands. The sword is like lightning in battle, The spear like the light of a star; It strikes on the shield, and the rattle Of arrows is hail from afar.
1899 · PDF PAGE 101
…ne eyes be set on me, As when the sea Lay like a mirror to reflect the shape Of yonder cape | Where Sappho stood and touched the lips of death ! Thy subtle breath Shall flow like incense in between our cheeks, Where pleasure seeks In vain a wiser happiness. And so Our whispers low Shall dim the utmost beauty of thy gaze Through moveless days And long nights equable with trancéd pleasure: So love at leisure Shall make his model of our clinging looks, And burn his books To write a new sweet volume deeper much, And frail to touch, Being the mirror…
1901 · PDF PAGE 38
…ing of white hands raised up, These perfumed infamies unsung ; For God’s breath, her sharp tainted breath ; For marriage bed, the bed of death. The hounds that scavenge, fierce and lean, Snarl in the moonlight ; in the sky
1905 · PDF PAGE 128
… for me That might not interchange the last sad vows, Nor close the blue eyes clearer than the sea Before they darkened, and the veil of death Shrouded their splendour: still there lingereth Some sad white lustre on the icy brows, Some breast-curve surely indicating breath, Some misty glamour of deep love within The eye’s cold gleam! some dimple on the chin Hinting of laughter: even now she seems A folded rosebud, where the ivory skin Closes the ripe warm centre flower, the mind, The spirit that was beautifully kind, The sense of beauty shadowe…
1907 · PDF PAGE 120
…another. This is the climax, first and last. We stand upon the summit. Of ages, daughter of ages, cast Mother The fatal die, and turn to death ! Let evolution turn, involving As when the gray sun sickeneth— Ghostly September ! so dissolving Into the pale eternal breath. When all is done, shall this be said. When all is said, shall this be done, The zeon exhaust and finishéd, And slumber steal upon the sun, My dear, when you and I are dead. LA CASQUE D’OR. A NINA OLIVIER, You laughing little light of wickedness, low ripples round you love and co…
1907 · PDF PAGE 151
…INUM I am Light in thy Love, I am Love in thy Life. I am cloistered above Where the stars are at strife. I am life in thy light, and thy death Is part of my breath. My voices are many, Thy lyre is but one ; But thou art not as any Soul under the sun ! Thou hast power for an hour, The motherly dower. One voice of my voices Uncalled and unheard, No song that rejoices OF beast or of bird, No sound of my children sublime, But the spirit of time. Fear is his name, Nor flickers nor dies His blackening flame. Beware, were thou wise ! Not him shalt tho…
1899 · PDF PAGE 35
… Where the grim fiend grinds down with fiery stones The unrepentant marrow of mens bones, Or chills their blood with poisonous vials of death, Or dooms them to the tooth and venomous breath Of foul black worms ; and on the earth to dwell For a long space, and there (most terrible !) To change her shape at times, and on her take The fierce presentment of a loathly snake
1901 · PDF PAGE 65
…tain of my life! CHORUS. The whole dead universe awaits the Word. RATOUM. Now is the hour of life; my voice leaps up In the dim halls of death, and kindling flame Roars like the tempest through forgetfulness. This is my son, whose father is my son, From my own womb complete and absolute, And in this strong perfection of myself Stands the triumphant power of my desire, Manifest over self, and man, and god! For in the sacred coffin lies his corpse Who shall arise at the enormous word Of my creating deity; his life Shall quicken in him, and the de…
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
…yre. Determined to die or control _ Those strings the immortal at last, though the strings of this heart of me bleed. Come life, or come death ; come disdain Or honour from mutable men, I cry in this passionate pain— My blood be poured out in the pen! 16 .
1906 · PDF PAGE 88
…keenly: let no breath Persuade us we are living and must die! Better believe eternal kisses flow Under the strong rude current miscalled death, The lotus-river where our bodies lie ! THE FORTY-THIRD DAY. ‘*O theft most base That we have stolen what we do fear to keep.” Troilus and Cressida, IMPOSSIBLE that we shall ever part ! The heart shrinks back from thinking it, the mind Hates it, and prays as love is to be blind. Yet we know well that no magician’s art Can keep our two selves near their single heart. | Self-mocked I urged her ‘‘Come and l…
1899 · PDF PAGE 100
73 MYSTERIES: Of eager eyes that startle for the fear Too dimly dear Lest there come death, like passion, and fulfil Their dreams of ill! Oh! lift thy forehead to the night’s cool wind! The meekest hind That fears the noonday in her grove is bold To seek the gold So pale and perfect as the moon puts on: The light is gone. Hardly as yet one sees the crescent maid Move, half afraid, Into the swarthy forest of the air And, breast made bare, Gather her limbs about her for the chase Through starry space, And, while the lilies sway their heads, to be…
1899 · PDF PAGE 161
… ; And sleep’s draught deepeneth, And all the furies of hell’s belly sup In the brain’s palaces, and chant aloud Songs that foretaste of Death. Maddened, the brain breaks from beneath the goad, Flings off again the foe, and from its hell Brings for a moment peace, Till weariness and her infernal load Of phantom memory-shapes return to quell The shaken fortresses. Till nature reassert her empery, And the full tide of wakefulness at last Foam on the shore of sleep To beat the white cliffs of reality In vain, because their windy strength is past A…