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1910 · PDF PAGE 96

Ambergris

AMBERGRIS 87 FROM THE STAR AND THE GARTER Song Make me a roseleaf with your mouth, And I will waft it through the air To some far garden of the South, The herald of our happening there ! Fragrant, caressing, steals the breeze ; Curls into kisses on your lips :— I know interminable seas, Winged ardour of the stately ships, Space of incalculable blue And years enwreathed in one close crown, And glimmering laughters echoing you From reverend shades of bard’s renown :— Nature alive and glad to hymn Your beauty, my delight : her God Weary, his old e…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 219

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…I ! We are ready. AGAVE. Strong now and steady I Ist MIENAD. The tiger is harnessed. 2nd MAENAD. The nightingale urges Our toil from her far nest. 3rd M/ENAD. Ionian surges Roar back to our chant. 4th M/ENAD. Aha I for the taunt Of Theban sages Is lost, lost, lost! The wine that enrages Our life is enforced. We dare them and daunt. AGAVE. The spirits that haunt The rocks and the river, The moors and the woods, The fields and the floods, Are with us for ever I 39

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1911 · PDF PAGE 219

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…I ! We are ready. AGAVE. Strong now and steady I Ist MIENAD. The tiger is harnessed. 2nd MAENAD. The nightingale urges Our toil from her far nest. 3rd M/ENAD. Ionian surges Roar back to our chant. 4th M/ENAD. Aha I for the taunt Of Theban sages Is lost, lost, lost! The wine that enrages Our life is enforced. We dare them and daunt. AGAVE. The spirits that haunt The rocks and the river, The moors and the woods, The fields and the floods, Are with us for ever I 39

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1898 · PDF PAGE 58

Songs of the Spirit

…once rested—Ah ! I clench my hand And turn away with yet undaunted look, Setting my face toward the distant land That must lie somewhere far beyond this world of sand. About me are the bones of many men Who turned to God their rapt adoring eyes, And cast away the love within their ken For this vague treasure-house beyond the skies— Whither I turn, like a dumb beast that dies, A wistful look, and breathe a dumb complaint. Lo ! they have cast away the mask of lies 48

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1898 · PDF PAGE 11

White Stains

…card, Maxime, and the incestuous heroine, were twisted and distorted from their normal sanity, and sent whirling into the jaws of a hell far more affrayant than the mere cheap and nasty brimstone Sheol which is a Shibboleth for the dissenter, and with which all classes of religious humbug, from the Pope to the Salvation ranter, from the Mormon and the Jesuit to that mongrel mixture of the worst features of both, the Plymouth Brother, have scared their illiterate, since hypocrisy was born, with Abel, and spiritual tyranny, with Jehovah ! Society…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 81

White Stains

… home of a bitter blight ; Pain is our joy and our spirits’ power, Never shall fade its fiery flower. Now is the triumph of Love, gazing far to an infinite pleasure, Pleasure that mocks Heaven’s hopes, that our hands are impatient to hold. Love and delight pouring out, in a fearless insatiate measure, Out of the chalice of lust, scarlet o’errunning its gold. This is the song of the Spring, that the nightingales carol by starlight, This the delight of our eyes, as they shine with strange fire in the night,

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1901 · PDF PAGE 119

The Soul of Osiris

…e sky. Thither I pressed at midnight, and the dawn Saw my swift feet move faster than the fawn. Pale seas of blue soft azure lie beyond, Far o’er the gleaming green : the smoke is risen O

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1912 · PDF PAGE 29

Sir Palamedes

…h Lancelot; when as they drew Unto the palace and the feast He put his littlest finger to The dwarf, who rose to upper air, Piercing the far eternal blue Beyond the reach of song or prayer. Then did Sir Palamede amend His nakedness, his horrent hair, 23

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1913 · PDF PAGE 181

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… ; And in the other hand a flaming bar , With spear - like darting jaggéd lightning heads . Her face is like some ancient hero 's face , Far - seeing eyes , and brows , where sleep the thoughts That shall be born in lightnings , and her lips Most smoothly curved , but set too firm that love Should dally with his rosy kisses there . Her corslet clasps her firm and vital breasts , But leaves uncaught her strong and placid neck , While her loose cloak like light around her floats . The very sandals of her feet are tipped With little wings ! Oh , I…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 35

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ear! Hear, Most High, oh, hear! ° Enter Messenger. MESSENGER. My lords, take heed now, prayer is good to save - While yet the foemen are far off ; but now They howl and clamour at our very gates. ‘ ELEAZAR. Blaspheme not God, but tell thy woeful news. CHORUS. I fear me for the sorrow that he speaks. MESSENGER. The tribe of Ephraim went forth to fight Armed, and with bows, and turned them back to-day.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 74

The Mother’s Tragedy

… secret, let the length East and west, the depth and height, North and south, with music tingle, Ring with battled clarion choirs of the far-resound- ing light! Let the might Of Osirian sacrifice Dwell upon the self-slain king! Consecrate him, consecrate him, consecrate, ye holy ones, The imperial mind Thrice, and thrice the higher soul, Thrice the spirit, till the sun’s Utter glory burn upon him, till the freed Osiris find He is god above mankind, Thrice united unto man, As the living gold that ran Molten to the fiery sea, Mixed in its eternit…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 22

The Argonauts

… In Ares’ grove, the sworded trees, The world’s heart wondering, Hangs evermore the Golden Fleece, The glory of the spring, The light of far Aea’s coast, Such glamour as befits a ghost.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 190

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… skies ; We wear the shackles of relentless days , Give us thy keenliest - whetted cruelties : Then , when we flee , by shadowy ways and far , These mindless shapes bereft of mystery , And fare through lands where scents and colours are , Yea , we - whose souls are small exceedingly ; When buttercups ' largesse on sultry plains , And sun - dried mowings lying sweet and grey , And opal benison of quiet rains Have satisfied the reeling sense with May ; Grant us remembrance - lest we fail to know One lavish moment 's poignant loveliness ,- ) How i…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 85

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…s resound Only to the rending roar Of the shattering streams that pour Rocks by ice eternal bound, Myriad cascades that crowned Once the far resounding throne Of the mountain spirits strong, All the treacherous souls that throng Desolate abodes of stone, Barren of all comely things, Given to the splendid kings, Gloomy state, and glamour dark, Swooping jewel-feathered wings, Eyes translucent with a spark Of the world of fire, that swings Gates of adamant below Lofty minarets of snow. Thence the towering flames arise, Where the flashes white and …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 54

Tale of Archais

…destal. And seeing this, That yet an hour was left her, Archais Lift up her voice and prayed with zeal divine To Aphrodite, who from her far shrine Heard and flew fast to aid over the night-clad brine. PRAYER OF ARCHAIS O Mother of Love, By whom the earth and all its fountains move In harmony, Hear thou the bitter overwhelming cry Of me, who love, who am about to die Because of love. O Queenliest Shrine, Keeper of keys of heaven, most divine Yet Queen of Pain,

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1905 · PDF PAGE 95

Orpheus

…h of the surf, On the long low ground, The trees and the turf ; In front the profound, The warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, By the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me . Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As into a swound, The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound As a fierce wolf-hound, The song that lures …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 387

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…rt Footner This is a story of Evan Weir’s wooing, and a very strenuous and original pursuit it proved. In fact the lady of his choice so far dissembled her love, as frequently to threaten his further existence. At the time, Evan was acting as secretary to old Simeon Deaves, famed as the possessor of the “ tightest wad” in New York. Now certain individuals had designs upon old Simeon and his hoard, and amongst them was the forcible and beautiful object of Evan’s affections. Like The Owl Taxis, it goes with a splendid snap, and is packed with exc…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 52

Songs of the Spirit

… made, whose faint melodies Brushed the pale air with an archangel’s wing ? Is Hope divorced, our queen ? Is Love discrowned, our King ? Far o’er the Ocean sets a fiery star And meteors cross the angry horizon, A comet blazes, reddening the bar Of silver water where the moonlight shone, And, as I stand upon the cliff like one Amazed, a shape seems always at my back To whisper wickedness, o’erheard of none, And stealthily to follow on my track, And cloke my lifted eyes with suffocating black. Vainly I turn to seek him, for my eyes Are dimmed wit…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 84

Songs of the Spirit

Far from the feet of the storm, a pulse like the beat of a drum. Throbs the wild sound through the storm, and the wings of it waken and quiver, Only the watcher, unmoved, looks on the face of the night ; Sees the strong hosts that unite, a fervent implac- able river Foaming from heaven and hell, two armies of crimson and white ; Flecked is the sky with their blood shed as by sabres of light. Now they are clutching his arms, the phantoms that throng there behind him, Foul and distorted, whose sight may not on men ever dawn ; Now they entice and …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 114

Tannhäuser

…. I passed that gate ! O pitiful ! The same Mystery holds me, and the flame Of Life stands up, unbroken citadel. Beyond my sight, vague, far, intangible. Broken are will, and witchery, and prayer. Remains the life of earth, which is but hell. Destiny's web, and my immense despair. Landgrave. Your words are terrible ! We knew them true Even while you sang. But see ! the light of day ! Beauty in all things and—for you—true love ! I 12

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