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Aleister Crowley . THE GOAD . AMSTERDAM , December 23rd , 1897. ET me pass out beyond the city gate . All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now , and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean , these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun , and I Watch his red face pass over , fade away To other streets , and other passengers , See him take pleasure where the heathen pray , See him…
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…odies moved against each other in parallel lines and our countrymen , under the happy conduct of his Royal Highness , went breaking , by little and little, into the line of the enemies , the noise of the cannon from both navies reached our ears about the City , so that all men being alarmed with it, and in a dreadful suspense of the event which we knew was then deciding , every one went following the sound as his fancy led him , and leaving the town almost empty , some took towards the park , some cross the river , others down it; all seeking t…
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lolo Aneurin Williams. And the little owl in the willow , So passionless, still, we seem , As little fears our passing As he fears the passing stream . The sun has charmed our hearts , Our sense , to tranquility Quiet as weeds in the river Or the little owl in the tree . LA VECCHIA . ( To Walter Sickert , for his drawing .) THINK that that sad look of yours to - day 1 That dreamy gazing at the distances , Which keeps you standing rapt and motionless In that near present of the far away , Is full of memories and interplay Of thoughts of many day…
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Rupert Brooke . in Grantche by day; all they . Thought Little children lovelier than a dream , A bosky wood , a slumbrous stream , And little kindly winds that creep Round twilight corners , half asleep . In Grantchester their skins are white ; They bathe by day , they bathe by night . The women there do all they ought ; The men observe the Rules of Thought . They love the Good ; they worship Truth ; They laugh uproariously in youth ; ( And when they get to feeling old , They up and shoot themselves , I'm told .) . . . Ah , God ! To see the bra…
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Esmé Wingfield -Stratford . *CAMBRIDGE UP TO DATE. LITTLE don Perkins , L Social psychologist, Proved after hall To old Dowbiggin ( Master of Arts and Doctor of Science ) That time and space and matter and motion ( In short , God 's universe ) Were just a machine of one , two , three , Known unto Perkins Revealed to Dowbiggin . While over the court , the naked universe Arched with its laughter of a million suns , And every orb , out of the sea Of that unfathomable night blue , Sang - Gloria in excelsis deo ! While little don Perkins Played doub…
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…are fanciful , of texture frail : And now like hounds in great pursuit they seem ! - Their prey will vanish in the opening morn . Only a little while the trappings gleam , And for a little space doth sound a horn . 3. Winds . room to . TIPTOE up and down and all about What folly prompts you , wind , from room ? Leave now the creaking staircases ; go out ; Make sturdy movement all across the broom And in the heather - bells ; or in a mead Stiffen the hairs upon a horse 's mane ; And , unreluctant as the moments speed Soar to destruction in the s…
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…on the prow We stand and watch the moon . A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long , low tune of love that swells Little by little , and lights The overarching miracles Of Love's desire , and Night's. It swells, it rolls to triumph -song Through luminous black skies : Thrills into silence sharp and strong , Assumes its peace , and dies . There is the night : it covers close The lilies folded fair Of all your beauty , and the rose Half hidden in your hair . There is the night : unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We…
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…But yet is blest With sweet increase . Lifts up his voice , elate , And carols blithe and free ; For to create Is ecstasy . Pain has but little worth For those who travail long To bring to birth A son , a song .
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HAROLD MONRO . AN IMPRESSION . SHE wakes at sunrise on her little bed, Knits her white hands together round her knee , Shakes back her tangled hair , lifts up her head, And gazes through the casement at the sea . Full-winged the lovely thoughts begin to glide Across the calm blue surface of her eyes. The windows of her soul are open wide Toward the morning and the summer skies . Emerging from the portal of the night, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet th…
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…ances Cornford . YOUTH . A YOUNG Apollo , golden -haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife , Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life . THE CERTAIN KNOT OF PEACE . SO , my proud soul , so you , whose shining force Had galloped with me to eternity , Stand now , appealing like a tired horse : Unharness me . O passionate world ; O faces of my friends ! O half - grasped meanings , intricate and deep ! Sudden , as with a child , the tumult ends , Silenced by sleep . PRE - EXISTENCE . I LAID me down upon the shore And dreamed a …
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…een tomb . And he rose again to be All the pulsing world to me. "SEASCAPE . ACROSS the sandy shallows The salt winds cry and mourn ; The little twittering swallows Cry out their notes ; forlorn The grass at the sea 's edge On the cliff ledge . A cold grey sky ; the wind Rustles through the trees ; Chilled grasses weep ; unkind To them the icy breeze . Brown hedgerows sway and creak , The wind 's so bleak . 152
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Frances Cornford . I only know the sun shone down As still it shines to -day, And in my fingers long and brown The little pebbles lay . IN DORSET. CROM muddy road to muddy lane I I plodded through the falling rain : For miles and miles was nothing there But mist and mud , and hedges bare . At length approaching I espied Two gypsy women side by side, They turned their faces hard and bold And brown and freshened by the cold , And stared at me in gypsy wise With shrewd , unfriendly , savage eyes. No word they said , no more dared I , And so we pas…
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…ir , And often walk to Primrose Hill And hope to meet her there . Once more together will we live , For ,I will find her yet : I have so little to forgive ; So much , I can 't forget .
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… in rags and rotten shoes , You dirty - bearded , blocking up the way ? THE PILGRIMS We are the Pilgrims , master ; we shall go Always a little further : it may be Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow , Across that angry or that glimmering sea , White on a throne or guarded in a cave There lives a prophet who can understand Why men were born : but surely we are brave , Who make the golden journey to Samarkand . THE CHIEF MERCHANT We gnaw the nail of hurry . Master , away !
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…strife below ; Still and erect they stand ; God made them so. But in and out the crowded streets , it seems , Is heard the laughter of a little child , And , clasped about the city sin - defiled , There lies the magic country - side of dreams . 189
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…w my masters — and I let them be . I wrought unbidden , without hope of fame , Such simple work as our plain fathers knew , Content with little honour , and a name Unlauded . Thus my patience reaps its due ; A woman , weary from the vineyard , rests Her laden basket on the plinth , and now Before my Aphrodite stays and sighs , Something of Woman finding in the breasts I made adoring — on the eternal brow Strong contemplation , as of seaward eyes . *" VISION OF HIM .” THROUGH the Uncreated , Unfelt , Untrod , Breathed for a moment Sorrow of God …
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… it blossom , who Taught each of us the other 's need I know no more than you . THE AGES OF MAN . W E children in our crowded home W Had little food to eat, Our breeding was the right to roam And scavenge in the street ; My brothers died , my sister died , And I grew all accurst , With pigeon breast, with surly pride, With hunger and with thirst. When I was twenty years of age I earned my pound a week , I ate and drank the princely wage And almost I grew sleek : And then I married me a wife Who made ten shillings more ; So rich we were we thoug…
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… ; and that is all . THE MOUNTAINS IN WINTER . I INUTTERABLY far , and still , and high , The mountains stand against the sunset sky , O little angry heart , against your will , You must grow quiet here , and wise , and still . 41
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…nd I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb . . . Then suddenly The music grips me , thrills to me With little shudders up my flesh , Like sunsparks where the wind is fresh , That scatter out across a lake , When day is new and just awake . 208
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…hat's ruddier dawning , On the snows of Fuji San . While the filmy haze is lifting , I can see through many a rifting Shaggy fir trees , little islands , Like a painted Nipon fan , Like a fan that 's silver rounded , For the bay is sandy bounded , Stretching to the flowery highlands Of the heart of Old Japan . Here are things that Westerns share not , Here business , time and haste compare not In the dull or in the clever With the peace of mind of man ; Here with joy in mist and glamour , Droning chant and ringing clamour , Naked children play …