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Dermot Freyer . * THE BUCCANEER . CIVE me the nectar of your lips, - The bales of splendour in your eyes , And I will leave the deep -sea ships Their meaner merchandise . Give me the red gold of your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not …
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F . W. Stokoe . *THREE SONGS TO FIDELIO . F you will meet me where the moon 1 Is quiet on the moorland reaches , Or in the shade of dappled glade Beneath the haunted beeches If you will wait, О faery boy , I will not linger. So wave your hand from Faery Land And beckon with your finger . “ Awake ! Awake! ” I hear you cry . And now your reedy pipes are shrill Far , far away , beyond the day , Beyond the Faery Hill . But wait , but wait , О faery boy , I come by height and hollow . For now I hear your music clear Cry : “ Follow ! Follow ! Follow …
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…th writing , but that our language has a capacity and our nation a rather special aptitude for it : and these admissions — if the reader will be good enough to make them before starting upon the poems here collected —will excuse together the authors, the anthologist, and the contributor of this short ' Introduction .' For if good poetry be worth writing , the attempt to write it must be worth making : nor does it need a Socratic dialogue to prove that the more numerous they are who engage in the attempt the fairer will be the prospect of somebo…
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…tand ; I owe my wealth to Him , and without shame, Have therefore always followed His command , And every sabbath glorified His Name. He will not scrutinize , nor question why ; But trust my general plan . If He, anew , Perchance may need to fight, utility , Not glory , will incite Him thereunto . Lo, in His service all my life is spent Creating righteous labour , which is bread : (Lazarus enters . He loves me well , and I am confident He will receive my soul when I am dead . 138
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Aleister Crowley . Your scent is keen as floral wine , Inviting me and love -- to death . You , whom I kept a sacred shrine, Will Aling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away . There is yet a pang ; they gave me this Who can ; and you who could have failed ? Is it too late to extend the kiss ? Too late the goddess be unveiled ? O but the generous flower that gives Her kisses to the violent sun , Yet none the less in ardour lives An hour , and then her day is done . Back from my lips, back …
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…he dwells in London still And breathes the evening air , 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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…he wind - swept sands , Or where the autumn rain comes drumming down On huddled roofs in an enchanted town . But , O my sleepy soul , it will not roam , It is too happy and too warm at home ; With just the shadows leaping up the wall , The sparrows twittering ; 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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…fore what our senses Tells us are inanities. The sun's out: damn their teaching The sun 's out : damn all preaching We are wise , but we will prove We are not too wise to love. Teachers , when you've often said it, You believe much foolishness : Preachers, do you really credit All you tell of happiness ? Poor old men , whose brains ' abortions Seems such lovely children : fools ! Twisters of the world 's proportions , Bad old pedants of the schools . The sun 's out : skies are clearest The year 's young : kiss me , dearest We are fools , but we…
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…eep whispers through the grass all night ; And spectral dance , before the dawn , A hundred Vicars down the lawn ; Curates , long dust , will come and go, On lissom , clerical , printless toe ; And oft betwixt the boughs is seen The sly shade of a Rural Dean . . . Till , at a shiver in the skies , Vanishing with Satanic cries , The prim ecclesiastic rout Leaves but a startled sleeper - out , Grey heavens , the first bird 's drowsy calls , The falling house that never falls . God ! I will pack , and take a train , And get me to England once agai…
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Harold Monro . Oh, if there be no God , by whom and why Was Consciousness erected from the sod ? Though I hate life , I swear I will not die Until I have discovered — Who is God ? Joscelyn . By God, I cannot tell you . If your tale Be true, ' tis strange and terrible indeed . My only business is to sell my ale John . Have you no Church and no religious Creed ? Joscelyn . Church ! On the sabbath , surely . In the week I earn my bread . God knows , I cannot spare An hour - John ( looking up the road ). Ah, who is this ? I'll make him speak ! Josc…
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…nd the following pages prove , and prove amply , that she remains loyalas ever to the belief . Critics —middle aged critics especially — will find much amiss with them ; and the fault as usual will lie with Time at least as much as with Thyrsis , with the critic '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…
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…I was young . Since I can never see your face, And never shake you by the hand, I send my soul through time and space To greet you . You will understand . TENEBRIS INTERLUCENTEM . A LINNET who had lost her way n Sang on a blackened bough in Hell, Till all the ghosts remembered well The trees , the wind, the golden day . At last they knew that they had died When they heard music in that land , And someone there stole forth a hand To draw a brother to his side .
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… . BUILT a palace , high up in air, Tower and gallery , hall and stair . 1 Marble I wrought in, iron and gold . Ever and ever this house will hold . When I had made it fair and strong I set it drifting the wind along While I went seeking by hall and stair , Sure of finding my darling there . 185
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…water crowned . There you 'll be laid , past fear of sleep or hope of waking ; And over the unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sight , Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far gleaming And marble sand . . . Beyond the shifting cold twilight , Further than laughter goes , or tears , further than dreaming ,
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…ile no cloud is on the sky . Their forms 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 m…
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…eans with its sad refrain . As your gallant ships go sailing - blocks acreaking , log atrailing , Can 't you hear us wailing , wailing ? Will you never , never heed Us , who lie with mate and man dead - sailless , rudderless and stranded Ever firmly , foully banded , bound with bleak Sargasso weed ? " Flound ' ring in a foetid ocean - windless , tideless , ' reft of motion ; Nightly - while a ghostly glow shone round the drift - weeds filigree : Daily - while the sun shone sickly through the mists , that shrouded thickly All those vessels rotti…
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Norman Davey . “ As to port your ships are hieing - sails aflapping flags aflying Can't you hear us crying, crying ? Will you never , never heed Us , who lie in dim , enchanted oceans , still with hopes ungranted Everlastingly implanted in the dense Sargasso weed . Far from where the coral island raises its palm - crested highland , Gilded in the sunset 's smile and silvered by the laughing stars : Countless leagues beyond the graven , granite wharves of any haven Leagues beyond the careless , craven clamour of the gay bazaars . thai Far beyond…
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…marble face , All his imagination feeds From contours moulded by his skill , And the reflected glow exceeds The parent spark of mind and will . Once more all earth and heaven were strange , Strange to the sea the river flowed ; But not as on that primal change , When panic launched a quivering goad , And pricked each naked newborn sense , And drove me with the flail of fear Out of the wastes of impotence To build foul temples of despair . 116
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…t, 1 And I 'll row you away with me Till the land and the day are both far away And the night looks over the sea ; And the dim moonlight will show you a sight That only at night can be The lights that glow and glitter below When the dark is over the sea. And I shall row where the moonbeams throw A streak across the sea , And we'll follow the streak on the waters bleak To see what the end may be ; For it may be the home where the dreams come from , Or it may be a dead city , Or a great rock wall , or nothing at all But a streak across the sea . …
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…f hidden in your hair . There is the night : unseen I stand And look to seaward still : We would not look upon the land Again , had I my will .