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… 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
…and we ate very little of the light and exquisite food we had ordered. But at least the idea of food did not disgust us, as had been too long the case. Lamus came in in time to join us at coffee. It was easy to see that he was pleased at the result so far obtained. Lala was not with him. Instead, he had brought Maisie Jacobs. I found myself wondering acutely whether there was any serious reason for the change. I had got to the state where I suspected the man’s slightest action of having some occult significance, especially as he gave no explana…
…, only to be summoned in all haste to the royal apartments three days later, when Mrs Arthur disclosed her find to her keeper. To make a long story short, the K..g was so de- lighted with the Appendix-fuck of Kluckchoo, that he did absolutely nothing else all day and all night. Affairs of state went by the board, and to the cringing official who dared to remind him of his approaching coronation, he replied : Bugger the Coronation ! This language shocked the prudish English, and damaged the K..gs popularity in Non- conformist circles. His surge…
…nd of course we had left our watches at home. We got a little impatient. We couldn’t remember whether Feccles had or had not told us how long he was likely to be. The air of the room was stifling. The lowest vagabonds of Naples crowded the place. Some were jabbering like apes; some singing drunkenly to themselves ; some shame- lessly caressing ; some sunk in bestial stupor. Among the last was a burly brute who somehow fascinated our attention. We thought ourselves quite safe in speaking English ; and for all I know we were talking at the top of…
P A R T I I I LONG days and nights succeeded in despair. Each noon beheld his doom—too proud for prayer, And scorning Aphrodites help—he strayed Through swamps and weary bogs, nor yet be- trayed His anguished countenance to mortal men. There was so keen an hour of sorrow, when He had destroyed himself ; but Heavens hand, Stretched out in vengeance, held him back. The land, Where rest is made eternal, slipped his clutch ; He wandered through the world and might not touch The sceptre of King Death. In vain he sought Those fierce embraces, nor a…
…ur gloom ! But stronger my chords Shall lift in your womb The love of your passage and time, immemorial ages, your tomb. : Ye linger for long, But ye pass and are done: 84
…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
…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
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…
THE SEVEN PORTALS student. If he went on long enough he was bound to suc- ceed, and he might reasonably infer a causal connection be- tween his work and its result. The Bhikkhu was not un- willing to admit that this might be so in such elementary stages as Jhana, but with regard to the attaining of Arhat- ship he argued that it depended rather on universal Karma than on that created by the aspirant. Avoiding metaphysi- cal quibbles as to whether these two kinds of Karma are not identical, he figured the situation in this manner. There are two w…
LIBER QUARTUS VEL MORTIS 217 Long after (to men: but a moment To'me in my mansion of rest) Is a sundawn to blaze what the glow meant Seen long after death in the west ; A magical zeon ! Nor love-song nor pzean, But a flame with a silvery crest. There shall rise a sweet song of the soul Far deeper than love or distress ; Beyond mortals and gods shall it roll ; It shall find me, and crave, and caress. Ah! me it shall capture In torrents of rapture ; It shall flood me, and fill, and possess. For brighter from age unto age The weary old world shall…
… woman, ruddy with the flame Of men’s blood spilt, and her uncleanly shame, And the thrice-venomous vomit of her prison. She sits as one long dead: infernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, above All shameful deeds, is Lying, from whose tongue Drops Envy, wed with Hatred to sow Strife. These twain are bitter; but the…
…e chance before its wave retire. Not so : this trial was the tiniest Man ever knew, confronted afterward With giant fears and passions ;—long to fight And last to yield a Maenad-swelling breast Unto a furious Dionysian horde Drunk not with wine, but with avenging night. 43
…r-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies through the temple’s purple shrines. Behold, pure queen, the magic signs. Let words out-stream As mingled wines! . . . Victor B. NEUBURG. 352
…r-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies through the temple’s purple shrines. Behold, pure queen, the magic signs. Let words out-stream As mingled wines! . . . Victor B. NEUBURG. 352
…completely recovered himself; and was watching the scene with impersonal, professional interest. Lala bent over his chair, and whispered long and earnestly 1in his ear. He nodded. Again he cleared his throat, and then began to speak in a strained voice. | “T think the simplest way in the long run is for Lady Pendragon to tell Sir Peter, as she has already told us, exactly what has happened, as if she were in the witness-box.”’ Lou began to twist herself about uneasily. “I’m fed up,” she burst out at last. “The witness will kindly control hersel…
…oins." He laughed. "Those one-eyed mules at the Banks! All foolishness! Days ago we all agreed to take any money without question-and as long as we all do that, why, nobody's hurt!" I am not pretending that there is anything new about any of this; the whole theory of credit implies the probability of some such happenings. When I first landed in the U.S.A. (1900) I noticed instantly that practically everybody seemed to have money to bum, defying statistics. "Oh, that's simple!" explained a banker to whom I mentioned it; "in this country we recko…
…akes The law of love! O heart whose ocean breaks In sterile foam against some golden skin ! O thou whose body is one perfect prayer, One long regret, one agony of shame, Lost in the fragrance, speeding, subtle and rare, Up to the sky, an avenue of flame! My soul, thy body, know the same delight, And burn that incense still in Heaven’s despite.
…life her joy relinquishéd. ““T died the moment when you tore away The bleeding veil of my virginity. The pain was sudden—and the joy was long. Persists that triumphs, keenly, utterly! Write, then, in thy mysterious book of song: ‘Death chisels marble where life moulded clay.’”
THE TWENTIETH DAY “ ‘ Val.’ How long hath she been deformed ? ‘ Speed.’ Ever since you loved her.” Two Gentlemen of Vernona. Again the unveiled goddess of delight Watched us at midnight : there my lover lay Child-breasted, maiden as the rose of day Dawning on snowy mountains : through deep night Her body gleamed self-luminously white With the sweet soul that sundered the quick clay, And all her being was a sense of May ;— Scent conquering colour, soul out-running sight. Not with the Lysian, nor Iacchian dew Of frenzy covered, but with warmer fl…