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Rupert Brooke. For England 's the one land I know , Where Men with Splendid Hearts may go ; And Cambridgeshire , of all England , The shire for Men who Understand ; And of that district I prefer The lovely hamlet , Grantchester . For Cambridge people rarely smile , Being urban , squat , and packed with guile ; And Royston men in the far south Are black and fierce and strange of mouth ; At Over they fling oaths at one , And worse than oaths at Trumpington ; And Ditton girls are mean and dirty , And there 's none in Harston under thirty , And fol…
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…tle blue , And heard her say : “ O dear world , help me to count less This once , the feet that stray , The hands that do not bless That men forever may Feel my caress .” Afternoon . W E cannot , like the wise men three , W Journey away to seek and see , But we can keep with feast and mirth The winter blossoming of earth ; Nor shut our doors , for we may then Shut out the travelling Wise Men , Who always tread the mazy way Age after age , upon this day , Singing the carol of the star . Their looks are bright . “ Follow !" they say “ Hand in han…
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Aleister Crowley . PERDURABO . TXILE from humankind ! The snow 's fresh flakes Are warmer than men 's hearts. My mind is wrought Into dark shapes of solitary thought That loves and sympathizes , but awakes No answering love or pity. What a pang Hath this strange solitude to aggravate The self-abasement and the blows of Fate ! No snake of hell hath so severe a fang ! I am not lower than all men — I feel Too keenly . Yet my place is not above ; Though I have this — unalterable Love In every fibre . I am crucified Apart on a lone burning crag of s…
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ALEISTER CROWLEY . IN NEVILLE 'S COURT , TRINITY COLLEGE , CAMBRIDGE . THINK the souls of many men are here Among these cloisters , underneath the spire That the moon silvers with magnetic fire ; But not a moon -ray is it, that so clear Shines on the pavement ; for a voice of fear It hath , unless it be the breeze that mocks My ear, and waves his old majestic locks About his head . There fell upon my ear ; “ O soul contemplative of distant things , Who hast a poet 's heart , even if thy pen Be dry and barren , who dost hold love dear , Speed fo…
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…n sea -weed ravelled No charts hold - or ever have held — where that deadly sea may lie; But each day the sad wind sighs on ships , with men and merchandise on , Fading from the far horizon , drifting , drifting down to die . Ever drifting , fleeter , faster – drifting to untold disaster Bearing man and mate and master to irrevocable doom ; Far beyond the farthest traces left of men , to haunted places Helpless in the cold embraces of the drift - weed 's trailing bloom . Far from where the dark Atlantic Alings her rollers , corybantic , Breakin…
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…ritic 's years as with the singer 's lack of them : Our feelings lose poetic flow Soon after thirty years or so : Professionising modern men Thenceforth admire what pleased them then (I am writing far from books and quote the author of Ionica from treacherous memory ). In the hey - day of the Elizabethan drama in the year that gave birth to Hamlet , middle - aged men were no less positive than they are to - day concerning poetry , that the worst and worst Times still succeed the former . But if our eyes refuse to acknowledge the brilliance of t…
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James Elroy Flecker . MARY MAGDALEN . o EYES that strip the souls of men ! There came to me the Magdalen : Her blue robe with a cord was bound , Her hair with knotted ivy crowned . " Arise ," she said , " God calls for thee , Turned to new paths thy feet must be. Leave the fever and the feast, Leave the friend thou lovest best; For thou must walk in barefoot ways, On hills, where God is near to praise . Then answered I, “ Sweet Magdalen , God 's servant, once beloved of men , Why didst thou change old ways for new , Thy trailing red for corded …
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…LINES . PAGE 193 210 I stood within a city church at eve .. . I think that that sad look of yours to -day .. . I think the souls of many men are here I walked with Maisie long years back I who am dead a thousand years .. . 46 75 Jimmy Price was twelve, and played ... Just now the lilac is in bloom ... ... 50 88 97 214 Larches all green and chestnuts hardly white Last night the God of bitter dread ... Let me pass out beyond the city gate Like balls of snow Like the white shining of the Host ... Little don Perkins Lo, from quiet skies . Look abov…
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…s And told the listless listening forests tales Of far - off mountains , and the pathless sea Where footsteps live only in the dreams of men . At dawn the sun called forth the hosts of leaves Marshalled to hail him in bright green and gold , Paling before him in the light of noon , Rich - clad in evening , as though each still leaf Spoke strange dreams to the sky and setting sun In speech to men and beasts inscrutable . Then night , hushing the day , brought them to sleep , And , haunted , woke the phantoms of still shapes Tossing their muted s…
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… made, Worlds crept into being Young and afraid . Slowly , by beauty , His creatures grew wise, Slow dawned its wonder On opening eyes . Men watched adoring His waters roll , Deep flowed His colours Through sense and soul . Moan of creation Rapture that stirs — Blindly they learned it, Years upon years . Till clearly one spirit Cried on His Name From all her lovely And earthly frame .
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…HANTS ( with a shout ) We make the golden journey to Samarkand . [ The Caravan passes through the gate .] THE WATCHMAN ( consoling the women ) What would ye , ladies ? It was ever thus . Men are unwise and curiously planned . A WOMAN They have their dreams , and do not think of us . VOICES OF THE CARAVAN ( in the distance , singing ) We make the golden journey to Samarkand .
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…y affected by it, or even with his coming back and informing folks that he had fallen in love or had lost a friend, and that it was a tremendous ex perience . On top of all this he had to realise his self by losing it, to purge the personal out of his discovery, to re-clothe it, and to bring the universal back in a new embodiment which all men could recognise . To this the fine objective forms of the Drama and the Epic not only invited but compelled him . However difficult the task , he had to build , and to build solidly . The gushing ‘ O, tha…
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…uch fury down the street , My hands grow moist with fear . And there 's a hall in Bloomsbury No more I dare to tread , For all the stone men shout at me , And swear they are not dead ; And once I touched a broken girl And knew that marble bled .
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…t, my love and I, 1 We two so bound together , Blent as are blended moor and sky , Blue mist and purple heather ? Of thousand thousand women one, One of a million men , We nothing did till all was done ; It happened there and then ! The plunging motor -bus along The worn macadam rocked , Top -hampered by the weary throng That home to dulness flocked . Wet waterproof , rain -beaded fur, Soaked leather , steam and drip ! And under us the swishing whirr Of wheels that hardly grip . The stem , the leaf, the flower of love Grew swift about our seat,…
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… last became Human , in her misery, Joy and pride and shame . With a word he left her there ; “ Woman that you are , Mystery attracts us men Draws us from afar. Sea -nymph as you were, a thing Intangible , unknown , Like the light the sunbeams fling , Where the spray is blown . Sea -nymph have you ceased to be, Forfeited the whole Of that moonlight poetry Cherished by man 's soul . Still we seek the dim ideal As the moth the star , How for women can we feel That our seekings bar ? " Where the water meets the sands , All alone sat she , With her…
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…th 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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…ughed the earth with wooden share And ground the sunburnt grain With their own hand, or fought with simple Sword and shield . The din of men Who march , the vanguard of mankind to -day , Is far from you ; your home Is left untortured by the strife of souls A strife religion -born , For that blind change which we salute in faith As progress . Overbold Dictating wisdom to a silent God We grasp the wrist of Fate Immovable , and hearken not her voice Save in our own . But you Stand in the quiet of unchanging light And listen to the truth . Dichas p…
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…ur flat In Hazel Avenue . But I could walk to Hampstead Heath And crown her head with daisies, And watch the streaming world beneath And men with other Maisies . When I was ill and she was pale And empty stood our store , She left the latchkey on its nail And saw me never more .
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… Pure from the flame ? yet grant to us the scourge But spare the bolt in Thine uplifted hand . Great God , Who dost not doom the sins of men With cold , grey justice of a human eye , Have not our fathers glorified Thy name ? Hath she no service yet ? O grant us then This respite , gracious Lord , or else to die Before our dear , dear country owns her shame . 213
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…oods about their feet . They dreamed quiet when the sun shone And whispered when the rain beat . They wore all three their coronals Till men with houses came And scored their heads with pits and walls And thought the hills were tame . Red and white when day shines bright , They hide the green for miles ; Where are the old hills gone ? At night The moon looks down and smiles . 176