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Page 6 of 1231905 · PDF PAGE 82
THE HERMIT’S HYMN TO SOLITUDE 77 V All change, all motion, and all sound, are weakness ! Man cannot bear the darkness which is death. Even that calm Christ, manifest in meekness, Cried on the cross and gave his ghostly breath, On the prick of death, Voice, for his passion could not bear nor dare The interlunar, the abundant air Darkened, and silence on the shuddering Hill, and the unbeating wing Of the legions of His Father, and so died. But I, should I be still Poised between fear and will ? Should I be silent, I, and be unsatisfied ? For soli…
1913 · PDF PAGE 577
…hout for joy, for we are saved, and all those who loved us in their lives rejoice in heaven! We all bear within ourselves a principle of death and a principle of immortality. Death is the beast, and the beast produces always bestial stupidity. God does not love fools, for his divine spirit is called the spirit of intelligence. Stupidity expiates itself by suffering and slavery. The stick is made for beasts. Suffering is always a warning. So much the worse for him who does not understand it! When Nature tightens the rein, it is that we are swerv…
1913 · PDF PAGE 577
…hout for joy, for we are saved, and all those who loved us in their lives rejoice in heaven! We all bear within ourselves a principle of death and a principle of immortality. Death is the beast, and the beast produces always bestial stupidity. God does not love fools, for his divine spirit is called the spirit of intelligence. Stupidity expiates itself by suffering and slavery. The stick is made for beasts. Suffering is always a warning. So much the worse for him who does not understand it! When Nature tightens the rein, it is that we are swerv…
1912 · PDF PAGE 80
64 MORTADELLO Beneath the blessings from her false lips lisped, is choked, The teeth o the tigress clenched in death. The heart that smoked Hells lust is cold. ORLANDO. [Turns and sees MONICA, as he thinks, dead] God, then my sword drink vengeance deep ! GABRIELE. This thrust balk thy revenge ! [GABRIELE stabs him treacherously in his amazement. ORLANDO. O treacherous dagger-sweep ! GABRIELE. Ay ! shes not dead, black fool ! But mine for the tortureDrink Black lees of hells own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, sh…
1906 · PDF PAGE 81
Death from the universal force Means to the forceless universe Birth. I accept the furious course, Invoke the all-embracing curse. Blessing and peace beyond may lie When I annihilate the °° I.” Therefore, O holy mother, gnash Thy teeth upon my willing flesh! Thy chain of skulls wild music clash! Thy bosom bruise my own afresh! Sri Maharani! draw my breath Into the hollow lungs of death! There is no light, nor any motion. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drowned Within thy womb, w…
1907 · PDF PAGE 105
IMAGES OF DEATH 99 Death from the universal force Means to the forceless universe Birth. I accept the furious course, Invoke the all-embracing curse. Blessing and peace beyond may ie When I annihilate the “I.” Therefore, O holy mother, gnash Thy teeth upon my willing flesh ! Thy chain of skulls wild music clash ! Thy bosom bruise my own afresh ! Sri Maharani !} draw my breath Into the hollow lungs of death ! There is no light, nor any motion. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drow…
1898 · PDF PAGE 82
76 A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE This is our trust and our joy—beyond death we look on to the far light Flaming from hell our last home, this is the key of our might. Come, fiery birds of a clime we know not, and sing us your paean ; Triumph of gods that are known secretly, not by a name, Gods whose implacable feet have trampled the god Galilean, Cast though they be into hell, given to death and to shame. Heaven and hell has striven in war, Sappho and Hylas, with Christ and Jah ; We are of those, though they lose their power, Never shall fade their…
1913 · PDF PAGE 420
THE EQUINOX tears ; the song of Castor and Pollux, whom death could not divide, and who love alternately in hell and upon earth. . . . Then he calls softly Eurydice, his dear Eurydice, his so much loved Eurydice: Ah! miseram Eurydicen anima fugiente vocabat, Eurydicen! toto referebant flumine rip. While he sings, that pallid statue of the sculptor death takes on the colour of the first tint of life, its white lips begin to redden like the dawn . . . Orpheus sees her, he trembles, he stammers, the hymn almost dies upon his lips, but she pales an…
1913 · PDF PAGE 420
THE EQUINOX tears ; the song of Castor and Pollux, whom death could not divide, and who love alternately in hell and upon earth. . . . Then he calls softly Eurydice, his dear Eurydice, his so much loved Eurydice: Ah! miseram Eurydicen anima fugiente vocabat, Eurydicen! toto referebant flumine rip. While he sings, that pallid statue of the sculptor death takes on the colour of the first tint of life, its white lips begin to redden like the dawn . . . Orpheus sees her, he trembles, he stammers, the hymn almost dies upon his lips, but she pales an…
1906 · PDF PAGE 63
…breast. Her love is like pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : Her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and death. Nor death as ye name in derision The change to a cycle of pain, To a cycle of joy as a vision Ye chase, and may capture in vain. Endeth you peace, and your change is Like the change in a measure that shrills And slackens and ranges; your passion estranges The love of the hills ! Nay ! death is a portal of passing To miseries other but sure. Yet the snow on the hills amassing The wind of an hour may endu…
1902 · PDF PAGE 54
…ear. Venus. Then you would leave me ? Serpent if I were, My coils should press in dolorous delight Thy straining bosom, and my kiss were death ! Death ! Dost thou live, Tannhauser .'' Sayest thou still : " None but the dead can know the worth of love ! " ? 52
1928 · PDF PAGE 9
XXIV. PLANS XXV. BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY XXVI. POOR FOLKS EYES XXVII. AN HEROIC DEATH XXVIII. BASE COINAGE XXIX. THE GENEROUS GAMESTER XXX. THE ROPE XXXI. THE JOYS OF THE SOUL XXXII. THE THYRSUS XXXIII. INTOXICATE YOURSELF! XXXIV. ALREADY! XXXV. WINDOWS XXXVI. THE DESIRE OF PAINTING XXXVII. THE MOONS GIFTS XXXVIII. WHISH IS THE TRUE ONE? XXXIX. THOROUGHBRED XL. THE MIRROR XLI. THE HARBOUR XLII. PORTRAITS OF MISTRESSES XLIII. THE POLITE GUNNER XLIV. THE SOUP AND CLOUDS XLV. THE CEMETERY AND THE SHOOTING GALLERY XLVI. A LOST HALO XLVII. MISS BISTOURI…
1906 · PDF PAGE 116
…ng posies, Or mists that fold about a dove, Or valleys full of roses ! O let me fade and fall away From waking into sleep, From sleep to death, from gold to gray, Deep as the skies are deep } O let me fall from death to dream, Eternal monotone; Faint eventide of sleep supreme With thee and love alone! A jewelled night of star and moon Shall watch our bridal chamber, Bending the blue rays to the tune Of softly-sliding amber. Dim winds shall whisper echoes of Our slow ecstatic breath, Telling all worlds how sweet is love, How beautiful is death, …
1901 · PDF PAGE 81
…amed a narrow way of earth Crusted with salt : I watch the fairy birth Of countless flashes on the crystal flakes, Forgetting it is only death that makes Its home the centre of that starry girth. Yet, what is life ? The manhood in me wakes. The absolute desire hath hold of me. Death were most welcome in that solemn sea ; So bitter is my life. But carelessness Of life and death and love is on me—yes !
1898 · PDF PAGE 91
…the glamour of the moon, will not some pity- ing godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise ? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours ;
1907 · PDF PAGE 92
FEMMES DAMNEES ISS me, O sister, kiss me down to death! The purple of the passionate hour is flaked With notes of gold: there swim desires unslaked, Impossible raptures of expostulate breath. The marble heaves with longing; hungereth The mouth half-open for the unawaked Mouth of the baby blossom, where there ached Never till now the parched sweet song that saith: “ Ah! through the grace of languor and the glow Of form steals sunset flaming on the snow! Darkness shall follow as love wakeneth In moonlight, and the flower, chaste love, now bloom F…
1902 · PDF PAGE 65
What passionate hatred, what infernal pains, Mixed with thy being in the womb of Death ? Blistering fire runs, Scorching, terrific suns. Through body and soul in this abominable Marriage of demon power Subtle and strong and sour, A draught of ichor of the veins of Hell ! Curses leap leprous, epicene, unclean. The soul of the Obscene Incarnate in the spirit : and above Hangs Sin, vast vampire, the corrupt, that swings Her unredeeming wings Over the world, and flaps for lust of Death —and Love! Venus. This man was drained of music ! Five new song…
1939 · PDF PAGE 5
…Soon calms the season of loves rage, And joy grows short of breath; Birth shoots a shaft, weighed down by age, That strikes the target, death. Then come, thou golden goblet brimmed With lust! Though all be vain, Theres hope for us, the lion-limbed, In hashish and cocaine. Though death should hale us by the scruff Of neck tos mouldy portal, To-night let us get drunk enough To know we are immortal!
1912 · PDF PAGE 93
…es. Drive that dog in ! A CITIZEN. Kill him ! CITIZENS. Kill him ! Bleed The leech ! Smash in his face ! Break up the walls for stones ! Death ! Death ! Death to the dog ! Well batter in his bones ! [They hurl sticks and other missiles at the window. Some begin to break down the wall of the bridge, and take the stones. THE GOVERNOR and his men are driven in. MORTADELLO and a com- pany of bowmen arrive. MORTADELLO. Ah, dogs, do you rebel ? You have to deal with us ! Bolt to the crossbow men ! Fuse to the arquebus ! Mow them like grass before th…
1996 · PDF PAGE 143
…nction, it will grow; the test is its willingness to “Strive ever to more”; it justifies itself by being “ever joyous”. It follows that “death is the crown of all.” For a life which has fulfilled all its possibilities ceases to have a purpose; death is its diploma, so to speak; it is ready to apply itself to the new conditions of a larger life. Just so a schoolboy who has mastered his work, dies to school, reincar nates in cap and gown, triumphs in the Tripos, dies to the clois ters, and is reborn to the world. Note that the Atu “Death” in th…