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…is done, A, A trick to cheat a child. NV. Itis the truth that I am nought. Hear what I have gatheredin the wild, Flowers of imperishable thought With glory and with rapture clothed. This being, thinking, loved or loathed, Hath attributes. This sand is gold :— Deem’st thou a gilder lurks within The atom ? What should Nature hold Of aureate save a mind begin Colour-conception? Then we win To think our thought itselfa chance Grafted upon the circumstance Of cerebrin and lethicin. A. Ill fares the rifleman that holds The muzzle to his eye. Yon gold…
1907 · PDF PAGE 124
…he robes of shame :— Lest he, to all the world plain victor, find Himself mere failure to his own white mind. LE PENSEUR. BLIND agony of thought! Who turns his pen Or brush or lyre to Art, shall see in this The symbol of his battle against men For men, the picture of the torturing bliss Of his necessity : sits clutched and closed Into himself the adept of wizard thought. Gripped in his own embrace he sits: keen- nosed The invisible bloodhounds ache upon the slot! Soon, soon they are on him: soon the fangs of hate, The sharp teeth of the infinit…
1907 · PDF PAGE 98
…rom the tree of sense Ifead downward, gorged with sweet banana juice, Indifferent to—incapable of—aught Beyond these simple reflexes. Is thought, Even the highest thought, of any use? IV. We are not discussing metaphysics now. I see below the beautiful low brow (Low too for cunning, like enough !) your lips, A scarlet splash of murder. From them drips This heart’s blood ; you have fed your fill on me. I am exhaust, a pale, wan phantom floating Aimless in air, than which [am thinner. You I see, more brilliant, of that sanguine hue ([f anything b…
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104 GARGOYLES They hold him sacred from the sun, From death and dissolution. Within the charméd space is nought Possible unto thought. There in their equilibrium They float—how still, how numb ! There must they rest, there will they stay Innocent of the judgment day. Remote from cause, effect retires. Act slays its dams and sires. There is no hill, there is no pit. They have no mark to hit. It is enough. Closed is the sphere. There is no more to hear. They perish not ; they do not thrive. They are at rest, alive, The Seven Wise Men of Martaban;…
1907 · PDF PAGE 38
… note on the wharf. Sir PERCY. Ah! she has dropped this! A cruel fool am I; I took an honied kiss ; I revelled in true bliss ; Yet never thought to try A keepsake to obtain To wear my heart upon. Now God is great and gracious; Iere’s medicine for my pain. She has left it; she has gone! How sweet the air and spacious ! I am happy—let me see! I guess some verse inspired By all her soul desired, Purity, love, well-being—ay ! and me: [He opens the note, reads :— ‘To love you, Love, is all my happiness ; To kill you with my kisses ; to devour Your w…
1907 · PDF PAGE 186
…is dread. Be your portals rended! Your bolts be as nought ! The ethereal kings Encompass my head. My soul hath transcended The limits of thought ! Unbar me the gates! Revolve me the hinges! Mine be the Fate! Mine be the springes Wherein ye have taken The spirits forsaken ! But I, shall I quail at a nod? Shall I fail for a God? [s the soul of me shaken? Darklier winding And steeper the way, Baffling and blinding Eyes used to the day. Rocks cloven by thunder And shattered by storm Awry or asunder Rise and reform In marvellous coils Round the adam…
1907 · PDF PAGE 128
…DNOSOR. SENSELESS the eyes: the brow bereft of sense. Hunger is on the throne of pride; and naught Fills the gray battlefield of ancient thought, The market places of intelligence, Save need and greed ; whose royal words incense The jealous God of Israel is distraught. No jewels in the casket nobly wrought. The shrine is grand; the god is ravished thence. On clawing hands and hardened knees the King Exists, no more; is it a little thing? King Demos, hear my parable! We pass, We poets, see you grovel at our feet, Despise our love, and tender fle…
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…e might fear Or hope for hell or heaven. Alas! no sign is given. But short Bliss of the earth is ours ; The kiss that stops the avenging thought ; The furtive passion shrewdly caught Between the summer flowers. So, Flavia, till the dawn awake Cling close, cling close, as this is ! While moonlight lingers on the lake, Our present happiness we’ll take And fill the night with kisses ! IX. KATIE CARR. "Twas dark when church was out! moon Was low on Rossett Ghyll;? The organ’s melancholy tune Grew subtle, far, and still. the All drest in black, her …
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…en, I do love her. Was ever a man so ill-placed to win a woman? BLANCHE. I would not have answered it—oh ! Mon- sieur, I swear to you. I thought no wrong. But uncle shut me up in the chapel, and said I was to be married to-morrow—and—and —set a trap for you. DENYS. Mademoiselle, I never thought ill of you, believe me ! BLANCHE, Then oh, sir! marry me! You shall never see me again, and I will—yes! I will —kill myself, and you shall be free and happy again. It can’t hurt you much to say a few words in the chapel with me— and then go back. But pra…
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…t, so sit, my love and I. But not to-day. Your silence stirs No answering rapture : you are proud, And love itself checks and deters The thought to say itself aloud. Oh! heart of amber and fine-gold Silverly darting lunar rays ! Oh ! river of sweet passion rolled Adown invisible waterways ! Speak! Did I wound you then unguessed? What is the sorrow unexpressed That shadows those ecstatic lids? A word in season subtly rids The heart of thoughts unseasonable. You are silent. Do they speak in hell? IIT. Is it your glance that told me? Nay! I know y…
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62 ROSA MUNDI, AND OTHER LOVE-SONGS Let the lake of thought be as still as dark- mans ! Broeding over magian pools of madness ! Love, the sun, arise and abide above us, Mary Mavourneen. XII. XANTIPPE. SWEET, do you scold? I had rather have you scold Than from another earn a million kisses. The tiger rapture on your skin’s Greek gold Is worth a million smiles of sunken cold And Arctic archangelic passion rolled From any other woman. Heaven misses The half of God’s delight who doth not see Some lightning anger dart like love and strike Into the s…
1907 · PDF PAGE 19
…in a silken kiss, And I will whisper to my rose The secret name of Artemis. Words were not needed then: to-day Must I begin what never I thought To do: mould flowers in common clay? Mud casket of mere words is nought, When by love’s miracle we guess What either always thinketh. Yes? XXIX. So, love, not thus for you and me! And if Iam man, no more, expect T shall remain so, till, maybe, The anatomist, old Time, dissect Me, nerve from flesh, and bone from bone, And raise me spiritual, changed In all but love for you, my own ; The little matter re…
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…ns of labour Into the compass of a single day, \nd wrought into continuous tune,! One Jaughter with one languor for its neigh- bour, One thought of winiter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chisclled with the cunning chisel of despair, Found wanting, well aware Of its own fault, even insistent Thereon ; some fragrance rare Stolen from my lady’s hair Perchance redeeming now and then the distant Fugitive tunes. 18. Ah! Love! the hour is over! The moon is up, the vigil overpast. Call me to thee at last, () Rose, O perfect mi…
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…ss, ili. 64 Bitter reproaches passed between us, ll. 77 Black Ares hath called, ii. 112 Black thine abyss of noon, ii. 30 Blind agony of thought! Who turns his pen, ili, 118 Blind Chesterton is sure to err, il. 185 Blind the iron pinnacles edge the twilight, i. 27 Blood, mist, and foam, then darkness, i. 109 Blow on the flame, ii. 7 Brethren, what need of wonder, ili. 186 Brutal refinement of deep-seated vice, iii. 123 Buddham Saranangachami, ii. 259 But first ; I must insist on taking, ii. 149 But if das Essen ist das Nichts, ii. 171 ‘* But if…
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LIBER TERTIUS VEL LABORIS 187 RHADAMANTHUS. For righteous thought and deed Apportioning its meed ; For evil act and mind Rewarding in its kind ; So sit we: but our power Apportions not an hour To light the dying lamp, revive the faded flower. MINOS. But thou, be strong to sing! . ALACUS. Loose arrows from the string ! RHADAMANTHUS. Bid the wild word take wing ! MINOS. Hades hath evil fame To suppliants—bitter shame !— Inexorable. AE ACUS. Aim Yet the swift prayer, abide His word whate’er betide. What worse? RHADAMANTHUS, The Gods thy guide! Go …
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…he power of Hell ! Amen. Kneel down, dear maiden o’ mine, and let your eyes Get knowledge with a soft and glad surprise ! Who would have thought you would have had it in you? Say nothing ! On the contrary, continue!
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… ! ORPHEUS. Nay ! virtue is the devil’s name for vice, And all your righteousness is filthy rags Wherein ye strut, and hide the one base thought. To mask the truth, to worship, to forget ; These three are one. AGAVE. What art thou then? a man?
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…m French to Zend, from Jap to Greek. Teste der titre polyglot Del Berashith, xaXos kitab! I trust you take me, do you not? But change of thought—ay ! there's the barb To stick and quiver in your heart ! Well, little lady, what of art? IV, All things are branded change, My thought Long ran in one delicious groove. Now newly sits the appointed court To try another case, to prove Another crime. Last week the law Dealt with the garter's gross offence, You were the Judge, enthroned on awe: I wove that eloquent defence, Unwove that Rhadamanthine frow…
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… the Zenana Mission. GLENSTRAKE. You! ANGELA. Think of the poor heathen women kept in such terrible seclusion ! GLENSTRAE. Ah! I had not thought your sympathy was genuine; but there, there! There is more real good in human nature than— ANGELA. Genuine enough! this ! But what a jest is GLENSTRAE, A most remarkable coincidence—a very pleasant reminder, Shall we sup? ANGELA, Yes; a magnum of Pol Roger, ’84— GLENSTRAE. With a dash of brandy in it— ANGELA. Will clothe our old loves in a halo of romance again. GLENSTRAE. Ha! Ha! We wear well, eh? ‘Th…
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… in The workshop of the Master: where there spin Phrases in marble : fancies fall or float, Passions exult, despairs abound, loves dote, Thoughts gallop or abide: and prayer is sin. Spell-bound we sat: one, young, eagerly moves. One sits in thought: one listens, dreams, and loves. One, critical, approves with conscious nod. But I abode without the spell; saw these— Diverse harmonics of identical keys !— And these were thus: but Rodin heard like God,