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…n . Fallen the treasure of beeches And naked the tangle of thorn , And the bare boughs make sad speeches And sighings forlorn . There 's death in the marshes reeking And death in the arm of the air , And our hearths to the mists are leaking And no warmth there . Sweet ye bards was the singing Of magical numbers ye made When summer her bounty was Ainging O’ er forest and glade . And we hearing forgot them after , When the mists lay still in the fen , Nor heeded nor needed , for laughter Was in us then .
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…h its days of shade and sheen , Morn 's and evening 's pageantry ? Just to glad the eyes of Love , Quick to see , quick to see . What is death for , O my Queen , Hungry jaws , and sickle keen , Shedding bloom and withering leaf ? Death 's a priest to consecrate Love with grief , love with grief . 161
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…was sinking Came the King's White Daughter, her peacocks, and her page, And before them moved the players of the charméd music singing , Death on the one hand and on the other Age . On the last Bridal step when the moon was on the river - Purple dark , with white stars, shining through above The Princess took her gold crown and cast it off for ever , Because for her gold crown she had slain her love . Forth from the thousand steps on the gleaming water , Leaving Death and Age in the Kingdom of Faerie , Sailed the page , the peacocks , and the K…
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…nother shadow between the lawn and sun light The shadow of a red streak falling through the air Down in the river is the wounded swan 's death fight ; But his blood has splashed on the King 's White Daughter fair ; Splashed on her peacocks and on her pretty Page - boy , And lo ! there steals a music calling soft and faint Through the great gardens and orchards of the King 's joy From the ancient terraced thousand steps — " The Bride 's Descent .” Behold ! her true love is a prince enchanted , And he has turned wild swan , to see his love at pla…
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…ed the page ; And she cried with her hands clasped , “ Why should these go flaunting ? They kill the pretty sunlight ! ' Tis the sign of Death and Age !" " There is nor age nor death for thee , my Lady , Thou art enchanted ” — and up he took his bow . “ True !” she cried laughing , “ but still more persuade me , Strike them through their long necks , through their long necks all of snow ! " 201
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Francis Békássy. Over endless waters wind , Chase the fast stream faster ; All but love is left behind : Death shall prove the master ! Now the sparrows cease their cry ; Silence stands appalling. Still and far and deep I'll lie, Where the snow is falling . FRAGMENTARY VIEWS . 1. Waters . ARCHES all green and chestnuts hardly white , Rough grass , and clumpy marigolds I see Within the water : but how changed quite ! A world begins , where tree doth grow from tree . What dusky Earths , what Fires at all compare With thee , what Air , what Shadow…
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…BELL , St. John ' s. “ Poems” W . Heffer & Sons Ltd., Cambridge FRANCES CORNFORD (née DARWIN ). “ Poems ” The Priory Press , Hampstead “ Death and the Princess , a Morality ”. Bowes & Bowes , Cambridge ALEISTER CROWLEY , Trinity . “ Aceldama " Privately printed “ The Tale of Archais ” Kegan Paul , Trench , Trübner & Co ., London “ Jephthah and other Mysteries " Kegan Paul , Trench , Trübner & Co ., London “ Songs of the Spirit " Kegan Paul , Trench , Trübner & Co ., London “ The Poem ” Privately printed “ Jezebel ” Privately printed “ An Appeal…
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…ws gone Home to supper , home to bed , Mary rises from the dead. Just her very self again Mary rises , prim and plain . Jimmy, scared to death almost, Shut his eyes to hide the ghost . Mary cried to him : “ Never fear , I won 't hurt you , Jimmy dear : It's only Mary , poor Mary Ford , Tired of resting in the Lord . 182
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… the dead god by the hand , I filled his nostrils with my breath , I watched the sunken face expand , I watched the life creep back from death , I made him lord of earth and men And ruler over sea and air , Within my heart I loosed again The faint and frozen springs of prayer . II . Now as God waxed so I did wane , For through the dim millennial years Back to the utter source of pain He bore me surfeited with tears . Swift from the present , back through time , Swifter than spears the keen sun throws , He bore and set me in the slime Where our …
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… tunnel of green gloom , and sleep Deeply above ; and green and deep The stream mysterious glides beneath , Green as a dream and deep as death . - Oh , damn ! I know it! And I know How the May fields all golden show ,
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…t Seed of their kind that faileth not ; And man who ponders , who repeats Songs which the mind of God rehearse , Sprung from the dust in death completes The balance of the Universe . 117
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…oundless as the dewfall , Subtle as the lightning and splendid as the sun ; Seers are ye and symbols of ancient silence Where life , and death , and sorrow , and ecstacy are one . 167
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…us , like a comet , fiery flight on Alight , Flash upon flash , and purple morn on morn : But always out of agony - delight ; And out of death - God ever more reborn , Till , waxing fair and subtle and supreme , Desiring his own spirit to possess , Man of the bright eyes and the ardent dream Saw paradise , and God was Consciousness . 144
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…Monro . He is that one Desire , that life , that breath , That Soul which, with infinity of pain , Passes through revelation and through death Onward and upward to itself again . Out of the lives of heroes and their deeds , Out of the miracle of human thought, Out of the songs of singers, God proceeds ; And of the soul of them his Soul is wrought. Nothing is lost : all that is dreamed or done Passes unaltered the eternal way , Immerging in the everlasting One , Who was the dayspring and who is the day . Joscelyn . Good poet , cease , and quaff …
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… the simple truth As it has been through centuries in those isles Which neither live nor die But are immortal . The refrains of love And death and tragedy Seem sad by very changelessness . The world In the forthflow of time So new , is yet so hopeless and so old , That every tear we shed Is but a repetition of those tears Which perhaps Sappho shed . The same chant murmurs in the ageless sea As Homer turned to words , 128
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…tone and grass and tree , Where being sleeps and is not cursed or blessed , Where hands can never feel and eyes not see , Where life and death alike are grey , In this grey land that sucks my life away .
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…tting stiffly , his fingers on my pulse ... * THAT TWO PERSONS CANNOT BE ONE . THE years have judgement given . They have done Slowly to death the hope that was in me That I could fuse my life with life of thee Such life was withered e' er it had begun . Yea , when we thought our bodies ' love had won Our very souls from longing to be free , And we were one , as waves and deep are sea , Time knew he gave such glory unto none . O love of mine , if I may not be thou , If all myself was never mine to give , If lone as we were born , we lone must l…
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SAROJINI NAIDU . DIRGE . W HAT longer hath she need of loveliness " Whom Death hath parted from her lord's caress ? Of glimmering robes like rainbow -tangled mist, Of gleaming glass or jewels on her wrist , Blossoms or fillet-pearls to deck her head , Or jasmine garlands to adorn her bed ? Put by the mirror of her bridal days . . . Why needs she now its counsel or its praise , Or happy symbol of the henna leaf For hands that know the comradeship of grief , Red spices for her lips that drink of sighs , Or black collyrium for her weeping eyes ? S…
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…S HIM ON THE EVE OF MARTYRDOM . A YE , lad ! He crossed the court , and in His eyes n I read the certain knowledge of a man Who looks on death and counts its agonies , Yet garners slow and sure as for a prize . I looked - belike you scarcely can believe ! And saw the bound and blood - stained hands , the Face Part bruised , all shamed by that it did receive , And yet , so fierce was I, forebore to grieve . I did expect a King (I saw a slave !) A kingdom ushered with the trump of God ; And this the thronement that His subjects gave A brutal hust…
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…thout the night, That I see them clear , yet look them through The silvery things and the darkly blue, That the solid wall seems soft as death , A wavering and unanchored wraith , And rails that shine and stones that stream Unsubstantial as a dream ? What sudden door has opened so, What hand has passed , that I should know This moving vision not of trance That melts the globe of circumstance, This sight that marks not least or most And makes a stone a passing ghost ? Is it that a year ago I stood upon this self -same spot ; Is it that since a y…