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Page 15 of 1121913 · PDF PAGE 58
…ime was 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 .
1910 · PDF PAGE 323
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV “What, do they burn? do they feel cool to the hand?” “Only to the eye, dear. remember. One sets them in gold and wears them hanging from the ear, or round one’s neck.” “Would you like to /ee/ some, Ljubov?” “Oh yes! ... But, it’s no use, dear, I couldn't see them.” “Perhaps you would like just to pass your fingers over them, and try to imagine what they . .. er . . . look like?” “TI think I would. Then I could explain better to you what I mean.” Piotr sighed again and soon left her. In the evening he wandered around the h…
1910 · PDF PAGE 323
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV “What, do they burn? do they feel cool to the hand?” “Only to the eye, dear. remember. One sets them in gold and wears them hanging from the ear, or round one’s neck.” “Would you like to /ee/ some, Ljubov?” “Oh yes! ... But, it’s no use, dear, I couldn't see them.” “Perhaps you would like just to pass your fingers over them, and try to imagine what they . .. er . . . look like?” “TI think I would. Then I could explain better to you what I mean.” Piotr sighed again and soon left her. In the evening he wandered around the h…
1907 · PDF PAGE 201
…y hair ! ALECTO. His blood shall drip For sweet warm juice on my decaying lip. ‘TISIPHONE. My fearful wings enfold him ! ALECTO. My foul eyes Hold his in terror ! MEGAERA, All my agonies Crawl in his vitals! TISIPHONE, He is mine, mine, mine! Pour forth of Thebes’ abominable wine ! Mine, O thou god, detested and adored ! MEGA:RA. Mine! he is mine! my lover and my lord ! ALECTO. Mine! Iam in his shape! MEG-ERA. Despair! Dispute Never my passion ! TISIPHONE. Sisters ! I am the livid agony that starts Damp on his brow ; the horror in his heart’s E…
1904 · PDF PAGE 78
66 HOW TO DO A RECHAUFFE There! dry your eyes, my lass, put on A pretty costume to surprise him, Don’t wait till he is really gone! (Like Ahab did, on Mount Gerizim). Don’t read “ Félise” or any thing That naughty Mr Swinburne scribbles ; The human heart with love enring ; Don’t dig right into it with dibbles! Good luck, my lass, you now your way can see! —I feared she might have taken me to Replenish the unusual vacancy ; And I have other things to see to.
1907 · PDF PAGE 45
…le of the Nile : The strong and sunbright lie whose name was France Arose against the sun of truth , whose glance Laughed large from the eyes of England fierce as fire Whence eyes wax blind that gaze in truth askance . 2 Rodin in Rime , vol . iii, p . 119 . 3 Ibid .
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…e elevated exhalations of Water, such as appear in damp, cloudy Air, whose bodies are sometimes seen (as Zoroaster taught) by more acute eyes, especially in Persia and Africa.” “Let the immortal depth of your Soul lead you, but earnestly raise your eyes upwards.”—ZOROASTER. Nama-Rupa.—Purely material, and therefore shadowy and meaningless, are the innumerable shapes which haunt the mind of man. In one sense we must here include all purely sensory phenomena, and the images which memory presents to the mind which is endeavouring to concentrate it…
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…e elevated exhalations of Water, such as appear in damp, cloudy Air, whose bodies are sometimes seen (as Zoroaster taught) by more acute eyes, especially in Persia and Africa.” “Let the immortal depth of your Soul lead you, but earnestly raise your eyes upwards.”—ZOROASTER. Nama-Rupa.—Purely material, and therefore shadowy and meaningless, are the innumerable shapes which haunt the mind of man. In one sense we must here include all purely sensory phenomena, and the images which memory presents to the mind which is endeavouring to concentrate it…
1910 · PDF PAGE 316
…e met her outside the village, by chance— so she thought—and made her a present of a few trifling ornaments. Then he placed over his own eyes two empty shells of walnut, and pretended to play some childish game of hide-and-seek. After a few minutes, it was her turn to don the blinding apparel. But they were different from his, the empty shells he fixed under her eyebrows! Ljubov felt no pain, rather an exquisite sensation of physical dcen-étve, of wondrous languor. Ay, but a few minutes later, the sun and moon and stars had lost their beauty fo…
1910 · PDF PAGE 316
…e met her outside the village, by chance— so she thought—and made her a present of a few trifling ornaments. Then he placed over his own eyes two empty shells of walnut, and pretended to play some childish game of hide-and-seek. After a few minutes, it was her turn to don the blinding apparel. But they were different from his, the empty shells he fixed under her eyebrows! Ljubov felt no pain, rather an exquisite sensation of physical dcen-étve, of wondrous languor. Ay, but a few minutes later, the sun and moon and stars had lost their beauty fo…
1930 · PDF PAGE 55
…er will let fall success; may strength and skill unité to bring forth ecstasy, and beauty answer beauty. (DEATH) (Ail standy Head erecty Eyes open.) The DEACON. Term of ail that liveth, whose name is inscrutable, be favourable unto us in thine hour. The PEOPLE. So mote it be. (THE END) The DEACON. Unto them from whose eyes the veil of life 355
1903 · PDF PAGE 31
…h the living cross I lie And swoon towards eternity : Prodigious sinewy shapes, and lean And curving limbs of Messaline. The deep arched eyes, the floating mane,— One pierces, one wraps-in my brain. A crown of thorn, a spear of clean Cold fire of dying Messaline. Swart tangles of devouring hair, The scorpion labyrinth and snare, Leprous entanglements of sense, The Imminence of the Immense. And in the deep hard breath I draw Kissed from her strangling mouth and maw, I feel the floating deaths that dwell 9
1913 · PDF PAGE 6
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1907 · PDF PAGE 153
…ght, with flicker- ing hair Blown o’er the sweet looks of the fair child- face, Like willows drooping o’er the liquid mere, Whence timid eyes look far, Even where her kisses are Awaited by the tender mother lips, Earth’s, that is lonely and old, Grown sad, fearful, and cold With bitter winter and the sun’s eclipse ; So the child slips From bough to bough between the weep- ing trees, And with frail fingers smooths and touches them. They murmur in their sleep: the moonlight dips And laughs, seeing how young buds catch life from these Child-kisses…
1922 · PDF PAGE 142
…s in. The vice-consul was sitting on a sofa in the background. With his head on one side, he shot a keen fixed glance out of his languid eyes, and bit his thumbnail persis- tently, as if in a state of extreme nervous perplexity. I was swept by a feeling of complete humiliation. It was a transitory feverish flush; and it left me more exhausted than ever. The commissario swung his chair around to our Saviour, and said something which evidently meant, “‘ Please open fire.”’ “‘ I’m the vice-consul here,” he said. ‘‘ I understand that you claim to b…
1906 · PDF PAGE 102
With him arose the ruddy and fair; He was right debonair. They twain to upper air and lower Advanced the eyes of power. Ay! but above the dead man’s head A lotus-flower was spread. Thence dripped the Amrita, whereby Life learneth not to die. The seventh in silence tended it Against the horror of the pit. ITI. Thus in a cage of wisdom lay The dead man, live as they. They hold him sacred from the sun, From death and dissolution. Within the charmédd space is naught Possible unto thought. 94
1910 · PDF PAGE 50
…the size of a spaniel, with a long twisted tail. DIRALISEN — A snake with six feet. Its head is like that of an enormous ferret, and the eyes very red. LICAMEN — A very small long-eared monkey. DUNIRAG — Like a sheep with the mange. It has straight horns and four black legs : the wool is in knots and patches. ELPONEN — A whitish long-haired mouse. ERGAMEN — A big black hairy spider. GOTIFAN — A bat of light colour and red mixed. NIMORUP — A stunted dwarf with large head and ears. His lips are greeny-bronze and slobbery. CARELENA — A long-beaked…
1911 · PDF PAGE 145
…; in a minute the whole cafe was aflame with it. But Edgar Rolles, his hands thrust deep into his pockets, and the threat of tears in his eyes, was walking back to his studio. " If only life were folly! " he sighed. “But the silliest things we do are wisdom—somehow, somewhere—" And he let himself in. * * * * at The lunch in the private room at Lavenue’s was secretly amusing. Joe Marie had only dog’s eyes for Ida; Ninon amused herself by trying to distract him. Edgar held forth at length upon Art, passionlessly expository. Ι37
1911 · PDF PAGE 145
…; in a minute the whole cafe was aflame with it. But Edgar Rolles, his hands thrust deep into his pockets, and the threat of tears in his eyes, was walking back to his studio. " If only life were folly! " he sighed. “But the silliest things we do are wisdom—somehow, somewhere—" And he let himself in. * * * * at The lunch in the private room at Lavenue’s was secretly amusing. Joe Marie had only dog’s eyes for Ida; Ninon amused herself by trying to distract him. Edgar held forth at length upon Art, passionlessly expository. Ι37
1908 · PDF PAGE 32
…L hail to Mary wandering Adored by shepherd and by Mage ! The fury of the ruthless king Inspires Her desert pilgrimage. O sorrow of pure eyes beneath The heavy-fringed ecstatic lids, Seeing for maiden song and wreath Sphinxes and pagan Pyramids ! O sorrow bitterer than death To leave the dear delighted land, And change the groves of Nazareth For lonely leagues of sterile sand ! To us who wander desolate In Earth’s sad wilderness do Thou Bend down Thy lips immaculate And touch and kiss the adoring brow ! Amen. A 25