FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
23 matching pages
Page 1 of 21905 · PDF PAGE 179
…But mine in the silence abideth ; Her strength is the strength of rest ; Not on thunders or clouds She rideth But draweth me down to Her breast : No maker of men, but dissolving Their life from its burden of ills, Ever resolving the circle revolving To peace of the hills. And dark is Her breast and unlighted ; But a warm sweet scent is expressed, And a rose as of sunset excited In the strength of Her sunless breast. Her love is like pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and d…
1905 · PDF PAGE 37
32 THE CANNIBALS I might behold thine eyes as red as fire A tigress maddened with supreme desire ; White arms that clasp me ; fervent breast that glides An eager snake, about my breast and sides ; Teeth keen to bite, red tongue that never tires, And lips ensaguine with unfed desires, A very beast of prey ; hot hands caress, And violent breath that surfeits not excess. But raise no head ! I know thee, breast and thigh, Lips, hair, and eyes, and mouth : I will not die But thou come with me o’er the gate of death. So, bloody and body furious with …
1905 · PDF PAGE 123
…Death, and nought died. The king’s brow fell. Sore grieved He rose, not knowing : and before his will Swan’s throat, dove’s eyes, moon’s breast, and woman’s mouth, And form desirable Of all the clustered love drew back : grew still “ O turn, my lover, turn thee to the South ! ” The girl’s warm song of the Siesta’s hour. Heedless of all that flower, Eager to feel the strong brown fingers close On the unshrinking rose And pluck it to his breast to perish there, With neither thought nor care Nor knowledge he went forth : none stayed, none dare Pro…
1905 · PDF PAGE 87
82 THE STORM Even so draw me in life, O Mother, to thy breast ! Below the storm, below the wind, to the abiding rest ! That I may know thy purpose and understand thy ways : So, weeping always for the woe, also the love to praise ! The darkness falls intensely : no light invades the gloom. Stillness drops dew-like from the heaven’s unreverberant womb. Westward the ship is riding on the sable wings of night, I understand the darkness—why should I seek the light ?
1905 · PDF PAGE 107
MARCH IN THE TROPICS WHAT ails thee, earth ? Is not the breath of Spring Exultant on thy breast ? What aileth thee, O many-mooded melancholy sea ? Hear the swift rush of that triumphant wing ! Listen ! the world’s whole heart is listening ! In England now the leaf leaps, and the tree Gleams dewy, and the bird woos noisily. Here in the tropics now is no such thing. Dull heavy heat burns through the clouded sky, And yet no promise of the latter rains. Earth bears her fruit, but unrefreshed of death. In winter is no sorrow, in the dry Harsh spring…
1905 · PDF PAGE 46
…rheard by any snake that eats the dust. No crimson-hooded viper knows ; no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash white in vain ; intense and warm The scents fulfil ; they permeate all lips, all arteries, and fire New murmured music on the lyre that throbs the horrors they create. Omniscient blossom ! Is thy red slack bosom fresher for my kiss ? Are thy loves sharper ? Hast thou b…
1905 · PDF PAGE 52
…rucifix. So be it ! In thy arms I rest, lulled into silence by the strain Of sweet love-whispers, while I drain damnation from thy tawny breast :
1905 · PDF PAGE 134
… my face toward the main : I laugh and dive and swim. Now fronts me foaming all the light of surf-bound waters pent ; Now from the black breast of the night the Southern Cross is rent. I top the mighty wall of fears ; the dark wave rolls below. A tall swift ship on wings appears, a cataract of snow Plunging before the white east wind ; she meets the eager sea As forest green by thunder thinned meets fire’s emblazonry. 129
1905 · PDF PAGE 58
…sisters, slowly, with grave eyes, Cross the rocks filled with apparitions dim, Where Antony beheld, like lavers, rise The nude empurpled breasts that tempted him. Some, by the dying torch-light call thy name, In the dumb hollow of old pagan fanes, To succour feverish shriekings of fierce flame, O Bacchus, soother of men’s ancient pains. Others, whose throat is thirsty for breast-blood, To hide a whip ’neath flowing robes are fain, Mingling in lonely night and darksome wood The foam of pleasure and the tears of pain. O virgins, demons, monsters,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 36
… circle to her lips again, And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to drain All pleasure in one draught. No whispered sigh ; No change of breast ; love’s posture perfectly Once gained, we change no more. The fever grows Hotter or cooler, as the night wind blows Fresh gusts of passion on the outer gate. But we, in waves of frenzy, concentrate Our thirsty mouths on that hot drinking cup, Whence we may never suck the nectar up Too often or too hard ; fresh fire invades Our furious veins, and the unquiet shades Of night make noises in the darkened r…
1905 · PDF PAGE 178
THE HILLS I73 So, vague as a ghost swift faded, Steals dawn, and so sunset may see How her long long locks deep-braided Fall down to her breast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman tills Lest the robber his neighbour unloosen the s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 124
…rned all the plain to one enamelled vale Green as the serpent’s glory, and—how still !— To where the distant hill Shaped like an Oread’s breast arose beyond, Across the starless pond Silent and sleeping—O the waters wan That seem the soul of man !— Suddenly darkness strikes the horizon round With an abyss profound That blots the half-moon ere the sun be set. A mountain of pure jet Rears its sheer bulk to heaven ; and no snows Tinge evening with rose. No blaze of noon invades those rocks of night, Nor moon’s benignant might. And looking downward…
1905 · PDF PAGE 10
… on linen of the purest white, Half-hidden by her locks’ luxurious night, Maddened by those soft eyes of melting glow, Enamoured of that breast of breathing snow, Caught in the meshes of her fine-spun hair, Rocked by the beating of her bosom fair, Held by her lips too tempting and too warm, Bewitched by every beauty of her form, The blush upon her cheek is deeper red, Half glad, and half repenting what she said. A moment’s struggle, as her form I press ; One soft sad sigh. Love conquers. I possess. * From “ Green Alps,” a volume (luckily) burnt…
1905 · PDF PAGE 132
…ey floated Most deathlessly devoted Beyond the trees, and where the hills divide To take the nighted tide Into a darker, deeper, greener breast, Maybe to find—what rest ? Now to those girdling mountains moon-exalted Came through the hills deep-vaulted That pearly shallop : there the rocks were rent, And the pale element Flowed idly in their gorges : there the night Admits no beam of light ; Nor can the poet’s eye One ray espy. Therefore I saw not how the voyage ended, Only wherethrough those cliffs were rended I saw them pass : and ever closer …
1905 · PDF PAGE 111
…ring Royally sweeps and on the musical merge Watches alone the man. O silvern shape and span Of moonlight, reaching over the grey, large Breast of the surf-bound strand, Life of the earth, God’s child, Man’s bride, the light of the sweet land ! Are emeralds ever a spark of this clear green, Or sapphires hints of this diviner blue, Or rubies shadows of this rosy hue, Or light itself elsewhere so clear and clean ? For all the sparkling dews of heaven fallen far Crystalline, fixed, forgotten (as a star Forgets its nebulous virginity) Are set in al…
1905 · PDF PAGE 99
…ng ocean of the west Under the palm and cactus as it rolled, Immortal blue, fixed with immortal gold, Moving in rapture with my sleeping breast ! The young delicious green, the drunken smell Of the fresh earth, the luxury of the glow Where many colours mingled into snow, Song-marvels in the air desirable. So lazily I lay, and watched my eyes In the deep fountain’s sun-stirred harmonies. I loved myself ! O Thou ! (I cried) divine Woman more lovely than the flowers of earth ! O Self-hood softer than the babe at birth, Sweeter than love, more amor…
1905 · PDF PAGE 135
I30 THE TRIADS OF DESPAIR Then I sink back upon the breast of mighty-flinging foam, Ride like a ghost upon the crest, the silver-rolling comb ; Float like a warrior to his rest, majestically home. But oh ! my soul, what seest thou, whose eyes are open wide ? What thoughts inspire me idling now, lone on the lonely tide ? Here in the beauty of the place, hope laughs and says me nay ; In nature’s bosom, in God’s face, I read Decay, Decay. Here in the splendour of the Law that built the eternal sphere, Beauty and majesty and awe, I fail of any chee…
1905 · PDF PAGE 85
… image, shadowy in the air, Waning, half hidden from the sun—and yet her soul is there. So stand I looking ever down to the rolling sea, Breast-heaves of a sleeping mother, spouse of Eternity : The dark deep ocean mother, that another hath reviled, Calling her bitter and barren—and am I not her child ? O mother sea, O beautiful, more excellent than earth, How is thy travail understood, except thou give me birth ? O waves of death, O saltness, O sorrow manifold ! I see beneath thy darkness azure ; deeper still, the heart of gold. Am I not true, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 130
…pes of mystic meaning, As if the moon were weaning The king her babe from milk of life and love To milk new-dropped above From her sweet breast in vaporous light Into the willowy night That lay upon the river. So the king Heard a strange chant—the woods began to sing ; The river took the tune ; the willows kept Time ; and the black skies wept Those tears, those blossoms, those pearl drops of milk That the moon shed : and looking up he saw, As if the willows were but robes of silk, The moon’s face stoop and draw
1905 · PDF PAGE 86
…ls horribly above, Tossed on the unbewailing foam, cast out of light and life and love ? The sea shall draw thee down, O brother, to her breast of peace, Her unimaginable springs, her bridal secrecies.