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Page 97 of 1121996 · PDF PAGE 48
… boasted humanity. The appetite drags him at its hoofs; it tires him, dis gusts him, diseases him, makes him ridiculous even in his own eyes. It is the source of nearly all his neuroses. Against this monster he has devised two protections. Firstly, he pretends that it is a Fairy Prince disguised, and hangs it with the rags and tinsel of romance, sentiment, and religion. He calls it Love, denies its strength and truth, and worships this wax figure of him with all sorts of amiable lyrics and leers. Secondly, he is so certain, despite all his the…
1905 · PDF PAGE 233
… journey to the black unknown, Always in hope the Infinite may rise Some unexpected instant, as ’twere grown A magic palace to enchanted eyes ; A wizard guerdon for a minstrel wise. Perhaps I am a fool to think that here, Merely by rending Nature’s h~"low veil, I may attain the Solitary Sphere, Achieve the Path ; or, haply, if I fail, Gain the Elixir, or behold the Grail.} I seek the mystery of Life and Time, The Key of all that is not and that is, And that which — climb, imagination ! climb !— Transcends them both—the mystical abyss Where Mind…
1905 · PDF PAGE 131
…!—to her who sleeps, To her bright bosom as at peace she lies. She is dead quickly, and the ocean keeps The secret of my sorrow from her eyes. I will not weep; I cannot weep; I turn And watch the sail fill with the wind that sighs A little for pure pity—I discern The cowards shake with fear; the vessel springs Light to the breezes, as the golden erne That seeks a prey on its impetuous wings : The reef is past; I crash upon the foe, And all the fury of my weapon rings On armour temperless ; the waters flow Through the dark rent within the side; …
1905 · PDF PAGE 190
…E, MELANCHIOLY, DESPAIR! Derr melancholy—O, the child of folly !— Looms on my brow, a perched ancestral bird ; Biack are its plumes, its eyes melancholy, It speaks no word. Like to a star, deep beauty’s avatar 2 Pales in the dusky skies so far above : Seven rays of gladness crown its passionate Star, One heart of love. ! This poem is partially composed on Mr. Poe's scheme of verse—zzde ‘‘ The Philosophy of Composition.”—A, C. * Incarnation, The fringing trees, marge of deep-throated Seas, Move as I walk: lke spectres whispering The spaces of th…
1929 · PDF PAGE 61
… were beautiful upon the table-cloth; for each had a bunch of blue ribbon, blue ribbon, to tie up its bonny red hair. I had not moved my eyes from that fair lady's face; and I am sorry to conclude this abstract and brief chronicle of the prawn by saying that I cannot swear that she betrayed any guilty knowledge!"
1905 · PDF PAGE 58
…teps follow his, and tread The awful bounds of heaven, and make The very graves yield up their dead, And high thrones shake ; Lecause my eyes still steadily behold, And dazzle not, nor shun the night, The foam-born lamp of beaten gold And secret might ; Because my forehead bears the sacred Name, And my lips bear the brand Of Him! whose heaven is one flame, Whose holy hand Gathers this earth, who built the vaults of space, Moulded the stars, and fixed the iron sea, Because His? love lights through my face And all of me. ' Jehovah,
1904 · PDF PAGE 42
…at first like a Leopard, Mighty, Terrible, and Strong, but after a while, at the Command of the Exorcist, he putteth on Human Shape with Eyes Flaming and Fiery, and a most Terrible Countenance. He giveth True Answers of all things, Present, Past, and to Come. But if he be not commanded into a Triangle, A, he will Lie in all these Things, and deceive and beguile the Exorcist in these things or in such and such business. He will, lastly, talk of the Creation of the World, and of Divinity, and of how 28
1905 · PDF PAGE 56
…t ! Iream, subtle soul, and arise To noblest litanies That pierce the mask of night— Ina man work lifts his eyelids, but his dreams lend eyes their light. So dreams and days are wed, And soul and body lie Ambrosial in Love's bed. See, heaven with stars is spread-— So glad of life am I If an angel came to call me I am sure I would not die. A RONDEL. THe wail of the wind in the desolate land Lifts voice where the heaven lies pallid and blind ; Sweeps over the hills from the sea and the sand The wail of the wind. The earth gives a bleak echo back,…
1929 · PDF PAGE 66
…s give way. She caught the altar, and saved herself from falling; but she must have lost consciousness for a second or two, for when her eyes opened she saw that they had discarded their robes, and were dancing together. It was wild and horrible beyond all imagination; the dancers were locked so closely that they appeared like a single monster of fable, a thing with two heads and four legs which writhed or leapt in hideous ecstasy. She was so shaken that she did not even ask herself the nature of the vision, whether it was a dream, an hallucina…
1905 · PDF PAGE 161
…n of play. Cora. Why did your eyelids quiver as I spoke? A smile, a tear? that trembling, in their deep Violet passion, of the beautiful Eyes that they half discover? me. I have long thought a secret was your spouse, Shared your deep fancies and your lightest word, Partook your maiden bed, and gave you dreams Somewhat too troublous to be virginal. Speak to MADELINE. My dear kind Cora, do they lie to you, These fancies of my idle hours? Lelieve, I seem to tremble at my inward thought ; My heart is full of wonder. When I go Nightward beneath the …
1906 · PDF PAGE 23
…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 distor…
1906 · PDF PAGE 71
… a corpse-light and proclaimed ‘*The day!” ; Lurked in Aeaean! fens to elude the ray Whose beauty might disturb me: I did shun. The onyx eyes that saw me not as one Possible even for a moment’s play. Thus I was tangled in some house of hell, Giving mine own soul’s beauty up to lust, Hoping to build some fort impregnable Against my love: instead the deep disgust Of my own beasthood crushed it into dust, And left my manhood twisted in her . spell. THE THIRD DAY. ‘* My love is most immaculate white and red, ”’ Love's Labour's Lost, SHE was more gr…
1906 · PDF PAGE 112
…swiftly leap the live lyre forth! Else we are all enchanted—yet to me This song is nowise lovely. But in him I note the live look of the eyes leap up, And all his love for me forgotten straight At the mere echo of that tune. ORPHEUS. . Hark, friends ! Aea’s tune—my Colchian harbour-song !! I hear the waters faint and far, And look to where the Polar Star, Half hidden in the haze, divides The double chanting of the tides; But, where the harbour’s gloomy mouth Welcomes the stranger to the south, The water shakes, and all the sea Grows silver sudd…
1929 · PDF PAGE 199
…pite herself; and she could not but see the radiance of her whole being, a physical aura of light playing about her, and the fire of her eyes transcendent with seraph happiness. "They are waiting for us in the garden," she said, taking Iliel by the arm, like a nurse with an invalid. And she drew over her shoulders the great lunar mantle of blue velvet with its broidered silver crescents, its talismans of the moon, and its heavy hanging tassels of seed pearls; and upon her head she set the tiara of moon-stones. "Come, they are waiting." So Iliel…
1904 · PDF PAGE 40
…and Strong, appearing in the Form of a Soldier? riding upon a Great Horse. His Face is like that of a Lion, very Red, and having Flaming Eyes. His Speech is hoarse and very big.? His Office is to teach the Art of Astronomy, and all the Liberal Sciences. He bringeth unto thee Good Familiars; also he ruleth over 36 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, which, etc. (53-) Camio or Caim.—The Fifty-third Spirit is Camio, or Caim. He is a Great President, and appeareth in the Form of the Bird called a Thrush at first, but afterwards he putteth on the …
1907 · PDF PAGE 93
… king! Drink, drink our full of love at last—a little while and we shall die, O kissable Tarshitering ! Droop the long lashes: close the eyes with eyelids like a beetle’s wing ! Light the slow smile, ephemeral as ever a painted butterfly, Certain to close into a kiss, certain to fasten on me and sting! Nay? Are you coy? Then I will catch your hips and hold you wild and shy Until your very struggles set your velvet buttocks all a-swing, Until their music lulls you to unfathomable ecstasy, O kissable Tarshitering ! 1 Possibly the original of the …
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
…ep, Changing from silver into crimson flakes, And moltén into gold Like the pale opal through whose gray may sweep A scarlet flame, like eyes of crested snakes, Keen, furious, and too cold. What words are these? The pall of slumber lifts ; The veil of finiteness withdraws. The night Is heavier, life burns low:
1905 · PDF PAGE 119
I1z2 MYSTERIES: LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC We are wild serpents in a ring of fire ; Our necks stretch out, our haggard eyes aspire In desperation ; from the fearful line Our coils revulse in impotence and ire. An idle song it was the poet sang, A quavering note—no brazen kettle’s clang, But gentle, drooping, tearful. Nay, achieve ! I can remember how the finish rang Clear, sharp, and loud; the harp is glad to die And give the clarion one note silver-high. It was too sweet for music, and I weave In vain the tattered woof of memory. Ashes and dust ! Co…
1905 · PDF PAGE 170
… her to lead her from the room. CORA. Where would you lead me? with tears. I am blind ULRIC. I have no tears. cold As my intention. Mine eyes are hard and Help me, Madeline. CORA. God will avenge me bitterly on you If you stretch hand to aid this infamy. ULRIC. You shall not wreck her life. Be silent now } Believe me, it is nothing, Madeline! She often falls into a fit like this. Excess is danger, equally in prayer (Her vice is prayer) as in debauchery. [He ts again going mad. He drags Cora from the roon.
1905 · PDF PAGE 11
…llish fire Of human lust—earth’s joys no heaven may win ; Pain holds the prize In blood-stained hands; Love laughs, with anguish in Ilis eyes. NIX. These little common sins may lead my lust To more deceitful vices, to the deeds At whose sweet name the side of Jesus bleeds In sympathy new-nurtured by the trust Of man’s forgiveness that his passion breeds— These petty crimes ! God grant they grow intense in newer, worthier times ! XX. Yet—shall I make me subject to a pang So horrible? O God, abase me still ! Break with Thy rod my unrepentant will…