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Page 16 of 1031902 · PDF PAGE 71
… Come close to me again. Forget this nightmare. Rather, tell me it, And I will soothe thee. Have I not a balm, A sovereign comfort in my old caress ? Tannhauser. I must begone. She waits. Venus. Who waits ? Come here ! Let us talk fondly, set together still, Not with these shouts and wavings of the arms, Struts and unseemly gestures. Tannhauser ! Tannhauser. She waits for me, my sweet Elizabeth ! Venus or Lilith, I have loved thee well ! Now, to my freedom ! Venus. Your Elizabeth ! • Tannhauser. Ay, to those pure and alabaster brows, The tender…
1904 · PDF PAGE 31
…of Salmon Mayonnaise ? I was about to ask—Lunch served ? Right! I am coming—to ask why These innocent delights deserved From Solomon the old and sly 19
1911 · PDF PAGE 66
…t I had it perfect, and was about to set sail at dawn. But first the dark man my brother departed from us, and went his way. And then the old man of the tower took me aside and offered me a seat at the funeral feast of his master. And although I verily believe that this old man was a rogue, a very knavish fellow, and a sot, yet in that funeral I took great pleasure. For the gentlest perfume was 58
1911 · PDF PAGE 66
…t I had it perfect, and was about to set sail at dawn. But first the dark man my brother departed from us, and went his way. And then the old man of the tower took me aside and offered me a seat at the funeral feast of his master. And although I verily believe that this old man was a rogue, a very knavish fellow, and a sot, yet in that funeral I took great pleasure. For the gentlest perfume was 58
1922 · PDF PAGE 229
…ting Living Beings! “ Every man and every woman 1s a star.” —B. K. L. I don’t like that room. I said nothing about it to Peter ; but the old man was there walking about as large as life. You have to be specially prepared to see these things. Cockie was never spiritually minded. September 18 An alarm of burglars last night. We roused the house—but no traces could be found, The servants here are frightfully stupid. They irritate me all the time. One can’t sleep in this house. It’s too old. The wood cracks all the time. Just as one is on the verge…
1907 · PDF PAGE 114
…GARGOYLES The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten ; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe ; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plume- less pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music …
1954 · PDF PAGE 469
…Art is to be studied for and by one's solitary self; any teaching soever is rank poison. The final wisdom on this subject is perhaps the old "Something of everything, and everything of something." Love is the law, love under will. Yours ever, 666 P.S. Better mention, perhaps, that literacy is no test of education. For ignorance of life, the don class leaves all others at the post; and it is these monkish and monkeyish recluses, with their hideous clatter and cackle, "The tittering, thin-bearded, epicene," "Dwarf, fringed with fear," the obscene…
1913 · PDF PAGE 189
ERIC M . SILVANUS. * EVENING ON THE DOWNS. M AJESTIC as lone ruins reared of old, VI They stand in the still twilight gathering Over their sunset slopes . Around them cling Deep - tinted clouds , and vesture - like enfold The dark , low downs , that loom as waves storm rolled Unbreaking in mid - ocean . Echoing , Faintly amid their unseen hollows ring The bells of sheep that muster to their fold . Beneath the rampart of the low , long range Green Sussex sleeps , nor fears that Time or Change Shall mar the music of her hill and lea ; Secure that…
1922 · PDF PAGE 324
…. , “Oh, he isn’t Mr. Lamus here,” retorted Hermes loftily. ‘‘ Here he’s the Big Lion, and of course he can train anybody that isn’t too old or too stupid. I was very stupid myself when I first came here,’ he continued in an apologetic tone. ‘“‘It was the turning point of my career.” The child was certainly not more than five years old, and his conversation was absolutely incredible. The
1901 · PDF PAGE 107
…roken bosom still abide His virginal white bride. So, in the dawn of skies unseen above, Your passion’s fiercest flakes shall catch new gold, The sun of an immeasurable love More beautiful shall touch the chaos cold Of earth that is grown old. Then, shameful sisterhood of earth’s disdain, Your lips shall speak your hearts, and understand; Your lovers shall assuage the amorous pain With spiritual lips more keen and bland, And ye shall take God’s hand.
1907 · PDF PAGE 63
LAGE D’AIRAIN RESH in the savage vigour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that is. The golden prime is past— Aye! but a nobler gain is ours at last Who see man…
1910 · PDF PAGE 126
…gious ! Yet, that were relic of an holy man, And thou the carcass of a courtesan ! Beneath my seas thy creaking timbers tremble, Gallant old barque ! I shake thee, stem and stern, With furious kisses in blind rage at Time Who hath wrought on thee his cold and common crime. So now I rise, laughing with love, and burn ! Those dissolute embers of thy lust grown dun, The ashen horrors of thy face, resemble The dull red glare of a November sun.
1913 · PDF PAGE 92
…ughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above ? How shall we conquer ? Like a wind That falls at eve , our fancies blow , And old Maeonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago . 13
1922 · PDF PAGE 175
…1 but the words wouldn’t come. King Lamus went to him and took his hand. ‘ Drugs are the slope in front of us,” he said, ‘‘ and I’m wily old Eckenstein, and you're ambitious young Lamus. And I say ‘stop!’ and when you show me that you can stop, when you have picked yourself together and are standing on the slope laughing, I'll show you how to go on.” We knew at the back of our minds that the man was inexorable. We hated him as the weak always hate the strong, and we had to respect and admire him, detesting him all the more for the fact.
1905 · PDF PAGE 164
…? Every rag,! Prurient licksores of society, Gave it a different father. Am I sure Myself? The shameful Mammon was his name, Glittering gold! I loved my opulence, Cursed my ‘‘misfortune.” Childbirth sobered me. I loved the child, the only human love I ever tasted, and I sacrificed The popularity, the infamy, Of my old life; I sought another world. I ‘‘got religion” — how I _ hate’ the phrase !— So jest the matron newspapers. The end. 1 Society papers. Since then I lived, as I am living still, Wrapped in the all-absorbing love of him My child, m…
1898 · PDF PAGE 101
TO MY FIRST-BORN 95 TO MY FIRST-BORN At last a father ! In Mathilde’s womb The poison quickens, and the tare-seeds shoot ; On my old upas-tree a bastard fruit Is grafted. One more generation’s doom Fixes its fangs. Crime’s flame, disease’s gloom, Are thy birth-dower. Another prostitute Predestined, born man, damned to grow a brute ! Another travels tainted to the tomb ! My sin, my madness, in thy blood are set, A vile imperishable coronet, To hound thee into hell ! God spits at thee The curse thy parents earned. Revenge be thine ! Kiss Lust, ki…
1913 · PDF PAGE 201
…ven by thought : He unveils the skies, And the star-dreams wrought By his frozen eyes Take shape and stand In his argent dream ; And the old gray land And the swift gray stream Glitter and gleam. The silver wonder Of silent stars, The silent thunder Of sunset’s bars, The crimson flare In the ashes of day, Are everywhere On the secret way: Under the hill The clamouring gnomes, For a moment still In their darkened homes, Hear the deep night,
1913 · PDF PAGE 201
…ven by thought : He unveils the skies, And the star-dreams wrought By his frozen eyes Take shape and stand In his argent dream ; And the old gray land And the swift gray stream Glitter and gleam. The silver wonder Of silent stars, The silent thunder Of sunset’s bars, The crimson flare In the ashes of day, Are everywhere On the secret way: Under the hill The clamouring gnomes, For a moment still In their darkened homes, Hear the deep night,
1928 · PDF PAGE 185
… gaol, Where all iniquity opens flowerwise. O Satan, patron of my soul dismayed, You know I sought no refuge for vain sighs, But like an old pauper with his cinder-jade I coveted drunkenness from the mammoth trull Whose hell-born charms bring back my youth [thats strayed. While you still sleep obscure and leaden dull, Clouted with morning, rheumy-eyed, or preen Yourself in gold-laced evening, veiled in full, I love you, infamous Capital! To quean And highwayman, you tender ravishment Which lurks unknown to those of common men. PIERRE LOVING.
1909 · PDF PAGE 133
…l walk deliberately down to the boulevard, turn east, and so I cannot possibly miss the Carrefour de l’Odéon’—out of which, as I knew of old, the Rue des Quatre Vents leads. Indeed, I remembered the carrefour from that night. I had passed through it. I remembered hesitating as to which turning to take. For, as you know, the carrefour is a triangle, one road leading from the apex, four (with two minor variations just off the carrefour) from the base. “ Following this plan, I came, sure enough, in three minutes or so into the Rue des Quatre Vents…