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Page 12 of 1001996 · PDF PAGE 209
…e joy of life & death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whoso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our agelong love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none. 67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses! 68. Harder! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep—die! 69. Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted? 70. There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If …
1907 · PDF PAGE 329
… do exist , and it behoves any true searcher after Truth to discover for himself the straightest road towards his ultimate home which he long ago first left ; to ask help of none , to live alone , as he will have to die alone , to heed no man , to work out his own salvation , to see that his staff is stout , and that his lamp burns brightly , lest he fall into that great slough of rational dung -wallowing which besets his path . To voyage like our father Ambrose through thunder and lightning , past the sun , and the moon , and the stars , as Cr…
1899 · PDF PAGE 126
104 MYSTERIES : PERCY. I cannot think at home. VAUGHAN. Why think, if thinking makes you sad? | PERCY. That I may write. I have not long to live, and I must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAU…
1899 · PDF PAGE 128
… a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Esmé will think us a long while gone. VAUGHAN. Hansom ! | : [Exeunt.
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
…ther the dear delights we know and hold ; The first cool kiss, within the water cold That draws its music from some bubbling well, Looks long, looks deadly, looks desirable, The touch that fires, the next kiss, and the whole Body embracing, symbol of the soul, And all the perfect passion of an hour. Turn to me, pluck that amaranthine flower, And leave the doubtful blossoms of the sky ! You dare not kiss me ! dare not draw you nigh Lest I should lure you to remain ! nor speak Lest you should catch the blood within your cheek Mantling. You dared …
1905 · PDF PAGE 54
…torm and passion is the sky, And where the sacred hand of the Most High Holds out a star. Ife stands amid the storm, a mighty rock ; His long hair blows about, the demons mock I]Jis entry to their kingdom, and despair. Groans in the blackness, infamous and bare, ~ And hateful shapes and eyes surround his head— O for the magic of those mightier dead To scatter them, and utterly destroy Their likeness, and to penetrate the joy Of yonder places past the realm of fear! Q that some nughty seer Came to avenge, that might deliver him From this grim fi…
1898 · PDF PAGE 37
…me, through midnight’s infamy. My blood grows chill and stagnant with my shame. O Love, to speak thy name ! O Life ! O Heaven ! O dreams long dead ! Ye Spirits Rising unbidden from Hope’s cobwebbed door, Ye quick desires that every soul inherits, Leave me to weep, and torture me no more ! My face grows grey with sheer despair ; I shrink From dreams ; I dare not think. I had a poet’s dreams. My soul was yearning To grasp the firmament and hold it fast, 27
1903 · PDF PAGE 28
… sepulchre of day. The moon is up: upon 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. 26
1910 · PDF PAGE 96
THE RED STAR. 43 And thou, his languid lover, Sank back into the arms of Zeus With thine head hanging loose, And the long curls adrip With the dew oozing from his lip. ALEXANDER So ! unto Thee ! Come hither, Child ! You must pass before Unto the land where all flowers wither And the sea hath 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 ba…
1919 · PDF PAGE 338
…owing quotation from the “Great Law” it explains that the yielding is not the beginning but the end of the Path. Then let the End awake. Long hast thou slept, O great God Terminus! Long ages hast thou waited at the end of the city and the roads thereof. Awake Thou! Wait no more! Nay, Lord! but I am come to Thee. It is I that wait at last. The prophet cried against the mountain; come thou hither, that I may speak with thee! The mountain stirred not. Therefore went the prophet unto the mountain, and spake unto it. But the feet of the prophet were…
1922 · PDF PAGE 35
…O!” She sang full-throated, with a male quality in her voice. Her beauty was so radiant that my mind ran to the breaking of dawn after a long night flight. “In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look! the land is bright!” As if in answer to my thought, her voice rolled forth again :— “QO Thou golden wine of the sun, that art poured over the dark breasts of night! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I AO!” The first part of the adoration was in a sort of Gregorian chant varying with the cadence of the words. But the chorus always…
1939 · PDF PAGE 46
… is that it takes a great deal of skill and experience to become really alert to what is happening. You can go on day-dreaming for quite long periods before realising that your thoughts have wandered at all. This is why I insist so strongly on the practices described above as producing alertness and watchfulness, and you will obviously realise that it is quite evident that one has to be in the pink of condition and in the most favourable mental state in order to make any headway at all. But when you have had a little practice in detecting and c…
1901 · PDF PAGE 111
…D'S DAY HE foolish bells with their discordant clang Summon the harlot-ridden Hell to pray: The vicar’s snout is tuned, the curates bray Long gabbled lessons, and their noisy twang Fills the foul worshippers with hate; the fang Of boredom crushes out the holy day, Where whore and jobber sit and gloom, grown grey For hating of each other; the hours hang. But where cliffs tremble, and the wind and sea Clamour, night thunders from the roaring West; I worship in the storm, and fires flee From my gripped lightnings and my burning crest ; And when my…
1912 · PDF PAGE 41
…s evil years, He knows the Questing Beast runs free— Author of Evil, then, is he! Whereat immediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at last The beast he seeks: ’tis like an hart. Ever it courseth far and fast. Sir Palamede is sore aghast, 35
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
Victor B. Neuburg . This I knew when long ago I came to God suffused in woe , And he gave his life to me, And he died upon the tree, And the tree gave fruit and bloom , And it grew a god 's green 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 . Brow…
1929 · PDF PAGE 222
…ld in order to rule it, produced a class of men who were like Old Testament heroes. (Under George III we had a rehearsal. Can it be that long prosperous {370} reigns favour the production of such men? We had another crop under Elizabeth, when the restoration of the abbeys to the people of England gave a chance to the development of a daring and dominant breed.) But the influences which are commonly called civilized attenuate the aristocratic spirit. The existence of a common scold is a definite system of imminent death in any community. The Ind…
1922 · PDF PAGE 304
… I am unable at present to see any part for me in the design. My mere approval of your product——”’ I took it out and treated myself to a long, languishing kiss—yes, kiss, there is no other word for it! My long-lost love, home to my heart once more | Platt in his turn assumed an air of Stygian melancholy. “My dear Sir Peter,” he pursued, with a heavy sigh, “you can easily understand that, huge as my fortune, thanks to the inscrutable ways of Destiny, now is, time is necessary to realise it fully—and, by a singular and most unfortunate conjunctio…
1907 · PDF PAGE 156
THE OLD BOTTLE 149 heavenly Father bids well to rival our earthly Parr ; but as long as we sprawl , what matters it what we sprawl before, if it be the shin -bone of an ass , or the pineal gland of our wretched imagination ? Whatever man has touched he has spoilt : one day he was struck with the mystic poetry of the waves , and he promptly hocussed slimy monsters from out the deep ; gazing on his lithe'and winsome daughter , he held her head under the green flood to satiate the rapacity of the offspring of his deluded imagination , who (he judg…
1902 · PDF PAGE 91
… no ! The details, unfamiliar ! But the theme I knew. And therefore leaps my bosom up : I rob your verderer of his nag, and ho ! Low the long gallop to Elizabeth ! Wolfram. Lucky and brave. How we all envy you ! Heinrich. Envy ? This day when he comes back to us ! Why, we are lucky too ! We thought you dead ! M 89
1908 · PDF PAGE 50
… royal hymn. Let all the ripples of our song Exulting evermore converge In one the virgin wave and strong, Combine their chorus loud and long Re-quicken and up-surge ! Hail to the Virgin ! Hail ! we cry. Hail, Mary ! Hail ! All hail ! All hail ! The utmost caverns of the sky, The abysses of eternity, Repeat the hail ! All hail ! S 43