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xviii INDEX TO AUTHORS . PAGE 107 123 130 132 147 157 158 162 166 170 HUGH OWEN MEREDITH , King 's ... CONSTANTINE MICHAELIDES , King's ... ... MARJORY MINES (née ROLFE ), Newnham HAROLD MONRO , Gonville and Caius VICTOR B. NEUBURG , Trinity GERALD H . S. PINSENT, King's JOHN PRESLAND , Girton ... ... A . V. RATCLIFFE , Sidney Sussex SAROJINI NAIDU , Girton ... ... Eric M . SILVANUS , King 's ... JEAN ISABEL SMITH , Newnham J. C. SQUIRE , St. John 's FRANK WOODYER STOKOE , Gonville and Caius AELFRIDA CATHARINE WETENHALL TILLYARD (Mrs . C. GRAHA…
1906 · PDF PAGE 118
EPILOGUE. THE KING-GHOST. THE King-Ghost is abroad. His spectre legions Sweep from their icy lakes and bleak ravines Unto these weary and untrodden regions Where man lies penned among his Might-have- beens. Keep us in safety, Lord, What time the King-Ghost is abroad! The King-Ghost from his gray malefic slumbers Awakes the malice of his bloodless brain. He marshals the innumerable numbers Of shrieking shapes on the sepulchral plain. Keep us, for Jesu’s sake, What time the King-Ghost is awake! 1 <)
1910 · PDF PAGE 124
AMBERGRIS 115 FROM GARGOYLES The King-Ghost The King-Ghost is abroad. His spectre legions Sweep from their icy lakes and bleak ravines Unto these weary and untrodden regions Where man lies penned among his Might-have-beens. Keep us in safety, Lord, What time the King-Ghost is abroad ! The King-Ghost from his grey malefic slumbers Awakes the malice of his bloodless brain. He marshals the innumerable numbers Of shrieking shapes on the sepulchral plain. Keep us, for Jesus sake, What time the King-Ghost is awake ! The King-Ghost wears a crown of h…
1910 · PDF PAGE 125
116 AMBERGRIS O keep us in the hour Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power ! The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, My dreams of old that never saw the sun. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends Might-have-been and Should-have-done. Keep us, by Jesus ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth ! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret I had imagined, by enduring nature, The twin gods Thus-will-I and May-be-yet. God, keep us most from ill, What time…
1912 · PDF PAGE 17
King Arthur in ignoble sloth Is sunk, and dalliance with his dame, Forgetful of his knightly oath, And careless of his kingly name. Befooled and cuckolded, the king Is yet the king, the king most high ; And on his life the hinges swing That close the door of chivalry. *Sblood! shall it sink, and rise no more, That blaze of Time, when men were men? That is thy question, warrior Sir Palamede the Saracen ! II
1910 · PDF PAGE 387
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT King Arthur in ignoble sloth Is sunk, and dalliance with his dame, Forgetful of his knightly oath, And careless of his kingly name. Befooled and cuckolded, the king Is yet the king, the king most high ; And on his life the hinges swing That close the door of chivalry. *Sblood! shall it sink, and rise no more, That blaze of Time, when men were men? That is thy question, warrior Sir Palamede the Saracen ! II
1910 · PDF PAGE 387
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT King Arthur in ignoble sloth Is sunk, and dalliance with his dame, Forgetful of his knightly oath, And careless of his kingly name. Befooled and cuckolded, the king Is yet the king, the king most high ; And on his life the hinges swing That close the door of chivalry. *Sblood! shall it sink, and rise no more, That blaze of Time, when men were men? That is thy question, warrior Sir Palamede the Saracen ! II
1908 · PDF PAGE 34
…HORA IV ROM winter’s bleak and bitter prison Up-surges the delighted spring. The tomb is broke ; the LORD is risen. Hail ! Thou anointed King ! Now, O Thou pitiful and pallid, Who to the cross didst cleave and cling, Thy tears to life from death have rallied Thy SON, the Holy King ! Eater of flesh and soul and spirit, The Lord of Hell on dropping wing His doom of dolour doth inherit From our anointed King. See ! headlong where he reels and plunges To the abyss, a noisome thing ! He falls ! Our sin Thy SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! The…
1911 · PDF PAGE 34
…HORA IV ROM winter’s bleak and bitter prison Up-surges the delighted spring. The tomb is broke ; the LORD is risen. Hail ! Thou anointed King ! Now, O Thou pitiful and pallid, Who to the cross didst cleave and cling, Thy tears to life from death have rallied Thy SON, the Holy King ! Eater of flesh and soul and spirit, The Lord of Hell on dropping wing His doom of dolour doth inherit From our anointed King. See ! headlong where he reels and plunges To the abyss, a noisome thing ! He falls ! Our sin Thy SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! The…
1907 · PDF PAGE 114
108 GARGOYLES The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten ; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe ; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plume- less pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no mu…
1906 · PDF PAGE 120
The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, My dreams of old that never saw the sun. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends ‘‘ Might-have-been” and ‘* Should-have-done.” Keep us, by Jesu’s ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret, I had imagined, by enduring nature, Thetwin gods ‘‘ Thus-will-I” and ‘‘ May-be-yet.” God, keep us most from ill, , What time the King-Ghost grips the will! Silver and rose and gold what flam…
1901 · PDF PAGE 78
64 THE FATAL FORCE Give me that spear. [Aszde.] That royalty’s own hand Should send this thing to his long misery! [Taking a spear, he runs through the soldier. The KING OF SYRIA, attended, enters. KING OF SYRIA. Your armies beaten back before my face, Your weapons broken, I am come to take The crown from her pale brows that sitteth there. THE LEPER. The Queen is dead: I am the King of Egypt. To-day I saved the house from its own shame By strange ways: I will strike one blow to save The land from its invaders. In the name Of all our gods, I her…
1929 · PDF PAGE 319
319 The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten: ....Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten ....And deeds undared his sceptre, sword and globe. ........Keep us, O Mary maid, ........What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions; ....Clanks all that melancholy host of bones; Fate's principalities and Death's dominions ....Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. ........Keep us, dear God, from ill, ........What time the Hell-Wind whistles shr…
1908 · PDF PAGE 35
AMPHORA O bring us swiftly to the waters Of peace ; our souls in joyance bring, As we adore, Thy sons and daughters, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Thy seven sacraments deliver That so Thy sorrows may not sting ! O lead us upward to the river Of our anointed King ! With these desires my life be laden ! These two adore, my soul ! and sing ! Mary, Thou mildest mother-maiden, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Amen. 28
1911 · PDF PAGE 35
AMPHORA O bring us swiftly to the waters Of peace ; our souls in joyance bring, As we adore, Thy sons and daughters, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Thy seven sacraments deliver That so Thy sorrows may not sting ! O lead us upward to the river Of our anointed King ! With these desires my life be laden ! These two adore, my soul ! and sing ! Mary, Thou mildest mother-maiden, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Amen. 28
1906 · PDF PAGE 119
The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattli…
1913 · PDF PAGE 16
INDEX TO AUTHORS. JOHN ALFORD , King' s ... ... E . N . DA C. ANDRADE , Emmanuel MARTIN D. ARMSTRONG , Pembroke ... .. FRANCIS Békássy , King's ... ... JOHN D'AUBRAY BELL , Gonville and Caius RUPERT BROOKE , King's ... ... ... RICHARD BUXTON , Trinity ... ... ... ARCHIBALD YOUNG CAMPBELL, St. John 's ... Amy K . CLARKE , Newnham ... ... ... FRANCES CORNFORD (née Darwin ) ... ... ALEISTER CROWLEY , Trinity ... ... ... NORMAN DAVEY, Clare ... ... ... JAMES ELROY FLECKER, Gonville and DERMOT FREYER, Trinity ... ARTHUR GRIMBLE , Magdalen ... H . L …
1928 · PDF PAGE 39
a king to play with, one might compare you with great accuracy to a young she-frog invok- ing the Ideal. If you despise King Log (as I am at present, you know well) beware of King Stork, who will crunch you and swallow you and kill at his pleasure! Poet as I am, I am not the dupe that you would like to think; and if you weary me too often with your affected complainings I will treat you like a wild woman of the woods or throw you out of the window like an empty bottle.
1901 · PDF PAGE 57
…ter shall cleanse his fate of shame, Set his seal of disaster, a royal seal to his name. [Exeunt. PACHAD. I am not Horus, but I shall be king. Enter LEPER. THE LEPER. I am a leper, but I am the king. PACHAD. Monstrous illegible horror, let thy mouth Frame from its charnel-house some pregnant word Intelligible. THE LEPER. I am king; thy mother’s limbs Clung fast to mine when I begot thy father. PACHAD. He died in battle; thou art not the king.
1910 · PDF PAGE 217
… the word of the Lord! By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening, whose God was my sire; By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire; By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me; By the Lord of the Winds and the Breezes, the King of the Spirits of Air, In whose bosom the infinite ease is that cradled me there; By the Lord of the Fields and the Mountains, the King of the Spirits of Earth That nurtured my life at his fountains fro…