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Page 15 of 751929 · PDF PAGE 213
…my attitude was due to exhausted vitality. Chogo Ri was perhaps still taking his revenge. I had picked out Boleskine for its loneliness. Lord Lovat and Mrs. Fraser-Tyler, my nearest neighbours, were eight miles away, while Grant of Glenmoriston was on the other side of Loch Ness. Besides, Boleskine was already the centre of a thousand legends. Even before I came there there was a fine crop of the regular Highland superstitions. The howl of a bulldog, exactly like the crying of a child, is heard far off. GEORGE. All right. It's only that damned …
1907 · PDF PAGE 82
…elf for the misfortunes which befell her husband : Dear daughter , rise ! (So said they) “ 'Tis thy spotless life alone That brought thy Lord and Lakshman through their toils Triumphant .” Then with loving words and true They praised her, worthy wife of worthy Lord . What a melody lives in those words , “ 'Twas thy spotless life alone . ” Rama through all his misfor tunes , through all the snares of life , finds ultimately that all his woes are but a teardrop to be swallowed up in that boundless ocean of love - the heart of a. chaste and loving…
1912 · PDF PAGE 78
…Breath fails me, dark as hell mine eyes foresee my doom, Death, stern and stark, the glutton shark the tomb, my bloom Blasted. Thy maid, Lord Christ, kept vigil before Thee, Fasted and prayed, endured a lifes Gethsemane ; Now, scourged and spat upon, mocked before priest and king Thou, gaze on thought, come crowned, come armed, come conquering, Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, Where all thine anguish in mine own repeats each phrase. There all loves languish, there all…
1910 · PDF PAGE 477
… To say thee nay I dare not, but my sword is wet With thy knave’s blood, and with thy clay Fouled! Dost thou think to resurrect? O sweet Lord Christ that savest men! From all such fiends do thou protect Me, Palamede the Saracen!” 101
1910 · PDF PAGE 477
… To say thee nay I dare not, but my sword is wet With thy knave’s blood, and with thy clay Fouled! Dost thou think to resurrect? O sweet Lord Christ that savest men! From all such fiends do thou protect Me, Palamede the Saracen!” 101
1910 · PDF PAGE 57
…, Gallant and gay mates, Each one of us fair ? Bountiful measures of Beautiful wine : Infinite treasures of Bacchus divine ! Hail to the Lord of us ! Blithe is his reign. Be thou adored of us, Soul without stain ! Fair are the faces, and Limbs of us light, Tracing the paces, and Drunk with delight. Io ! let us tremble in Trance of the tune Here that assemble in Joyaunce of June ! ATTHIS Doris, our darling ! How subtle and sweet
1911 · PDF PAGE 33
…ied Upon the cross of shame ! O chant in cadence whispering The HOLY GHOST that poured On Mary’s bosom soft as spring The unction of the LORD ! In silence let our hearts adore The Mother-maid Divine, And all our vows like swallows soar To Her celestial shrine ! Amen. O 26
1908 · PDF PAGE 78
… love. O Thou, of Thy mercy apply Thy grace to my spurs and my sword, That my banner may flame to the sky In the van of the hosts of the LORD ! Amen. W 71
1910 · PDF PAGE 138
THE BLUE DWARF. 85 When the wine fills me. Pray you ! His slave presents wine to Govinda, who drinks. GOVINDA Health, my lord ! This wine is marvellous dry ! Scented like clover reaching up the broad Edge of some glacier in my northern marches. CHAU Look, how she writhes — speechless distemperature Her shriek within her gorge that parches ! GOVINDA Boy, bid that cup-slave from Ferozapur Make me an ode of this — nay, while I think ! An elegy. CHAU Please your majesty to drink ? GOVINDA Thanks, brother. Well, my gipsy girl divined
1913 · PDF PAGE 22
…n Truth there is no bond between the Toys of the Gods. This Reason and Law is the Bond of the Great Lie. Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations. There is no Silence in that Abyss: for all that men call Silence is Its Speech. This Abyss is also called ‘ Hell,’ and ‘The Many.’ Its name is ‘Consciousness,’ and ‘The Universe,’ among men. But THAT which neither is silent, nor speaks, rejoices therein.
1929 · PDF PAGE 218
…THEY PROSPERED. OF THE CONCLUSION OF THE FALSE ALARM OF THE GREAT EXPERIMENT, AND OF A CONFERENCE BETWEEN DOUGLASS AND HIS SUBORDINATES. LORD ANTONY BOWLING was one of three men in the War Office who could speak French perfectly; despite this drawback, he had been selected to confer with the French headquarters in Paris. Here he met Cyril Grey, busy with his tailor. The young magician had once held a captaincy in a Hussar regiment, but a year of India had developed his native love of strange places and peoples. He had been tempted to resign his…
1910 · PDF PAGE 17
XII PREFACE. impressively read. Next, an hour or two about the Lord’s care of the school, the way He brought sin to light. Next, when well worked up, and all our nerves on the jump, who stole what ? Silence. Next, the Lord’s care in pro- viding a witness — like the witnesses against Naboth ! Then the witness and his story, as smooth as a policeman’s. Next, sentence. Last, execution, with intervals of prayer ! Champney’s physique being impaired, one may suppose by his excessive devotion of Jesus, he arranged to give 60 strokes one day, and 60 th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 7
…urely said enough to establish clearly the abominable character of this book. We are sure that the moment it is brought to the notice of Lord Alfred Douglas he will take the proper steps to crush the perpetrator. The title-page discloses, as might be expected, both the title of the book and the name of the author. The former is “ Poémes,”, and the latter is Lord Alfred Douglas.
1905 · PDF PAGE 75
70 A LITANY V Strike, strike the louder chord ! Draw, draw the flaming sword, Crowned child and conquering Lord : Horus, avenger. VI Dawn-star of flaming light, Five rays in one unite, Light, Life, Love, Mercy, Might, Star of the Magi. VII Lift, lift the Cross of Light, Rose, golden, green, and white, Rise, rise athwart the night ! Mighty Aeshuri ! VIII Flame, flame, thou Blazoned Sun ! Seal-Star of Solomon ! Seven Mysteries in One ! Godhead and Mankind ! IX Beauty and life and love ! Let fly thy darling dove ! Bend to us from above, Lady Ahath…
1910 · PDF PAGE 143
…-hair broideries, and silken tents — And thirty diamonds of the purest water, It is a daughter ! ALEXANDER I take it — and yours too, my lord. Maybe You both are wrong. GOVINDA True, this much mystery Veils the whole matter — it were hard to say. CHAU Shang Ti ! how fierce a bray The amorous ass gives. MIRIAM Heave, o heave, my sides ! Stretch ! Split ! This pang decides
1911 · PDF PAGE 78
… love. O Thou, of Thy mercy apply Thy grace to my spurs and my sword, That my banner may flame to the sky In the van of the hosts of the LORD ! Amen. W 71
1909 · PDF PAGE 66
…ing Dervish? I couldn’t get giddy, because my Semi- cireular canals would be at rest. I must really try the experiment. [Scin-Laeca. See Lord Lytton’s ”Strange Story.“—ED.] I will now devote myself to sleep, willing Adonai. Lord Adonai, give me deep rest like death, so that in very few hours I may be awake and active, full of lion- strength of purpose toward Thee! My heroic conduct was nearly worth a “ Nuit Blanche.” For, being so thoroughly awake, I had all my Prana irritated, a feeling like the onset of a malarial attack, twelve hours before …
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
… me and without still stirs that life of sense that is not life, but is as the worms that {east upon my corpse. . . . Adonail Adonai! my Lord Adonai! indeed, Thou hast forsaken me. Nay! thou liest, O weak soul! Abide in the meditation; unite all thy symbols into the form of a Lion, and be lord of thy jungle, travelling through the servile Universe even as Man the Lion very lordly, the Sun in His strength that travelleth over the heaven of Nu in His bark in the mid-career of Day. For all these thoughts are vain; there is but One thought, though …
1904 · PDF PAGE 101
…RE DU GRAND GUIGNOL! LE SYSTEME DU DOCTEUR GOUDRON ET DU PRO- FESSEUR PLUME What this system really tmplres. POE! Poe by the gift of the Lord! Poe in his tragedy, Black melodrama, Horrid, overwhelming, Nerve-shattering maniacal effort Dictated by morphia, Poe The American poet Translated by Baudelaire, Stephen Mallarmé, And other people Of singular and perhaps Unique talent (Now joined by André de Lordes) Is a splendid success At the quaint little theatre Of Montmartre. Speed !—I mean Poe! 1 A review on ‘‘ the Soothing System ” in its original …
1912 · PDF PAGE 102
…ere shall I lead you now ? MONICA. To my own house, I pray. MORTADELLO. And will your love allow the word I have to say ? MONICA. Ah, my lord, your fool will whisper by and by. I am faint yetwe rule in Venice, you and I ! [They go toward the door, her hand upon his shoulder, her face, turned away from him, illumined with a sinister smile.