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.
16 matching pages
Page 1 of 11910 · PDF PAGE 109
…(O thou severe And strong, my lover, my delight !) Have all died down ; And in the darkness, clear As the dawn’s transient light Are thy lips, live at last ; Thine eyes, aflame at the red holocaust Of me thou gloatest over. See, I draw close, (O vital, murder-loving lover !) And all my being flows In a flood to my lips, and I kiss kiss kiss Madly, madly kiss, Out of rhythm, out of rime, Out of space, sense, time, Thy mouth — and I am thine : Sealed, sealed at last, enthroned upon The very star thou ridest on. O wine ! o wine ! Wine of thy lumin…
1910 · PDF PAGE 139
86 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. The purport of the star we saw enshrined In the eclipse — to say so — of the sky. I feared her perfidy ; The journey might prove tedious — (nay, my lords ! Star or no star, I am honoured, glad, to find Such royal mates !). But her, I had her stripped And most magnificently whipped By two tall slaves (a Tartar and a Goth) Till all the flesh was ripped From her olive back — she looked like a dead camel When a man frightens off the kites ; And her rich blood came all afroth To her lips’ vermeil enamel — The lips that I had …
1910 · PDF PAGE 62
…Doris, then ? ERRINNA By Zeus, Where her ribs are all in use ! ANTINOUS Sprinkle me with poppy-juice From the flowers of Syracuse On the lips relaxed with pleasure Of their kisses overmeasure !
1910 · PDF PAGE 64
…ic lure Sweet as pleasure, and as sure ! SILENUS Tut, my lad, you do not mention Modesty. ANTINOUS ’Twas mine intention, But those loose lips wine-corrupt Always itch to interrupt ! SILENUS Nay, boy, all the song was true. Come and frisk it once together ! Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, That must set an azure frame Round the flaxen locks aflame ! CHRYSIS Come, Evadne, let us fling Flowers upon them gambolling !
1910 · PDF PAGE 97
…Flames, an irradiate blaze to environ Etna with mountains of molten iron. ALEXANDER Pan ! o Pan ! dissolve in bliss ! Take these severed lips to kiss ! Thou and I are partners of This, the sacrament of love. By the violate babe’s blue eyes, By his sucked-out arteries, By the blood-bedabbled gold, By the body void and cold, Make me partner of thy power Over this obscurest hour !
1910 · PDF PAGE 91
…hildless king, Chaste in thy praise, resign That which was never mine, The power of — spring ? Ay ! by the fierce glad gleam On thy dark lips, I see Thy sober ecstasy To watch the soft bright stream Bubble and curl, like passion-flowers alight On the seductive malachite, To take with greedy joy This — toy. The jewels all-precious of a man Waste death before thee — Pan !
1910 · PDF PAGE 61
8 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. SILENUS Ha, you rogue, if Rhodon rage, Poets earn a cynic page ; And our lips with laughter curl If she treat you as a girl. CHIRON Brute, get back to wine, and leave us In our flower-love to inweave us. All we know the shameless chorus : “ Fie ! Silenus — Heliorus ! ” HELIORUS I had better right to mock you, Graceless Chiron, with the quip (Girls, come close — the jest will shock you) “ Pine-tree with the drooping tip ! ” CHIRON Oh, you little toad of spite ! Come, and I will set you right. All your years of wantoness Sh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 90
…us, A mystical portent Of some obscure event Darkly miraculous Written below the West In Fate’s dark palimpsest ; Obscure — the sun to eclipse ! I fed my flaming lips Upon the limbs of slaves, Great Nubian girls that bled Upon the sands — so laves The sun his fire in cloud When the sea glows glassy red At the buffet of the wind On its cheek all wrinkle-lined. Ah ! thou Lord God ! thus thrice I made thy sacrifice. Still thou art dumb, Though I am duly come
1910 · PDF PAGE 96
…h never a shore. 2ND SATYR Ha ! he hath dashed the babe to die, And caught his first convulsive sigh. With a fierce kiss biting into his lips, As a storm-fiend tears the reeling ships. His fingers clutch the golden hair. The head goes back, and the neck is bare. Now for the sweep of the steel ! IST SATYR Pan ! Pan !
1910 · PDF PAGE 89
… To the fire of the sun. But thou, o my Lord, are quiet and still ; And the feathers are clipt from the wings of the will. Still are thy lips And void of motion, Like red-sailed ships On a windless ocean ? Hast thou no lust To involve in a curse The insane dust Of the universe ? Speak, o my Lord ! I have journeyed afar In the wake of the terrible crimson star. A harp between mine hands, Murmurous and musical, I come from far-off lands To seek Thee who are All. Amid my warrior bands I rode in kingly wise : Thy light upon mine eyes !
1910 · PDF PAGE 106
…ned with blue and scarlet — playing Before me — she transported me With the writhings of her painted hips And her belly jerking up to my lips, Into an azure abyss of sea,
1910 · PDF PAGE 129
… her obscene distress ! How it makes me laugh to see her Writhing in her pains. — Come hither, Mistress ! join us, laughing freer As thy lips and cheeks grow whiter, And the old loves shrink and wither At the kisses of the smiter ! Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! a knock I hear... By my maidhood, who comes here ? The stable door is pushed in, and three holy kings appear, sur- rounded by their retinue. They enter in solemn procession, and seat themselves at the central stall. GOVINDA Say, my brother, is the vision That thou sawest in the grove Answered ? CHAU Do…
1910 · PDF PAGE 63
…d its dew Through the vivid veil of blue. I am limber like a snake. I am soft, and slow to slake — For a curling, crimson fire Floods my lips and feeds desire. I am passionate and pale ; Virile — and most faery frail.
1910 · PDF PAGE 93
…he pavement of sapphire To the sound of the wind-haunted lyre. And the light of a lewd understanding Shines in them, and they lick their lips, and spill Slaver of the stars ! Hail, king ! With Him fulfil The sacrament of earth Imperiously commanding That leaps again to birth At the divided flood
1910 · PDF PAGE 155
…nton and white in that red touzle of hair As if a sow were wreathed with poppy-flowers. Pah ! I am sick of these delirious hours. John’s lips are cool like olive-oil — and thine, Even at the best, like some black stormy wine. MAGDA Oh beast thou art ! Didst thou not surely quicken me With child ? ISSA Thy lewdness and thy lowness sicken me. Nay, let the heavy-fringed purple lashes Lie still — my lust is burnt to bitter ashes ! The wrinkled eyepits black with grime and kohl Are like black bogs to suck away my soul. The coarse vermilion on thy ch…
1910 · PDF PAGE 120
…s fastened on ; And here is Chastity that slavering sates His lust without the walls, grins, and is gone, Preening himself that his lewd lips relent. This must be Cunning that insinuates His venom ; this deformed and bent Dog-like abortion, stinking excrement, Is Slave-morality. Come all ! I have A lyre still tuneable to your great theme, A pit as hospitable as the grave. Come, dead and living ! I am yours to-night. Score after score ! oh God — is this a dream ? Then let me never wake ! Exhaustless might Thrills me — as ever it shall — from the…