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…owering skies and the bitter blasts— There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again! And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams! gray dreams! and the day is tired and dead. The bitter aftermath of summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought of Summer waned and dead, And faded with the gold skies overhead, And the young green beneath; ah! secret Rose! H…
1901 · PDF PAGE 7
… EYEs . CONVENTIONAL WICKEDNESS . Mors JANUA AMORIS SIDONIA THE SORCERESS THE WHORE IN HEAVEN THE LesBiaN HELL THE REAPER . . THE Lorp’s Day THE GROWTH OF Gop . Love’s WISDOM PAGE vil 30 66 67 70 73 75 79 80 84 85 9° 94 97 98 102
1928 · PDF PAGE 182
…ats to ticket holders. XXIII. Santerres drums. XLVI. Yeats, etc. Baudelaire here alludes to some long since forgotten poetasters of his day. L. The incident of the Villa Hermosa seems to refer to some incidents in Baudelaires life.
1913 · PDF PAGE 12
…eforth admire what pleased them then (I am writing far from books and quote the author of Ionica from treacherous memory ). In the hey - day of the Elizabethan drama in the year that gave birth to Hamlet , middle - aged men were no less positive than they are to - day concerning poetry , that the worst and worst Times still succeed the former . But if our eyes refuse to acknowledge the brilliance of the flame , they must at least recognise the ardour and number of the torch - bearers : for whatever old age may lose it retains (if only for the s…
1904 · PDF PAGE 47
ACTUS SECUNDUS By miracle this happy day The ship is finished for our quest. Bring thou the glory from the gray! Bring thou our spirits into rest! O Wisdom, that hast helped so far, Sink never thou thy guiding star! CHORUS OF WORKMEN. Then let us gather one and all, And launch our dragon on the main With paeans raised most musical," Until our heroes come again. With watching and with prayer we wait The imperious Destinies of Fate! Expuicit Actus SEcUNDUS. 19
1906 · PDF PAGE 103
There in their equilibrium They float—how still, how numb! There must they rest, there will they stay Innocent of the judgment day. Remote from cause, effect retires. Act slays its dams and sires. There is no hill, there is no pit. They have no mark to hit. It is enough. Closed is the sphere. There is no more to hear. They perish not; they do not thrive. They are at rest, alive, The Seven Wise Men of Martaban; And, moribund, the man. 95
1929 · PDF PAGE 148
…. The image of Brother Onofrio faded away. The great operation of necromancy had come to naught. Yet the writing remained; and, nearly a day later, when Abdul Bey came to himself, it was the first thing that caught his eye. He thrust it into his shroud, automatically; then stumbled to his feet, and sought his colleagues. At his feet the old coroner lay dead; Arthwait, his convulsions terminated by exhaustion approximating coma, lay with his head upon the carrion, his tongue, lolling from his mouth, chewed to a bloody pulp. The Turk carried him …
1904 · PDF PAGE 92
…n- tain of the Caves. He took with him his Son, 2 a Lam b, Life, and Strength, for these four were the Key s of that Mountain. So by ten days and fifty days and two hundred day s and yet ten days he went forth. After ten day s fell a thunderbolt, whirling through black clouds of rain: after sixty the road split in two, but he travelled on both at once: after two hundred and sixty, the sun drove away the rain, and the Star shone in the day-time, making it Night. After the last day came his Mother, his Redeem er, and Him self ; and joining togeth…
1904 · PDF PAGE 29
22 P E N T E C O S T TO-DAY thrice halves the lunar week Since you, indignant, heard me speak Indignant. Then I seemed to be So far from Christianity ! Now, other celebrations fit The time, another song shall flit Responsive to another tune. September’s shadow falls on June, But dull November’s darkest day Is lighted by the sun of May. Here’s now I got a better learning. It’s a long lane that has no turning ! Mad as a woman-hunted Urning, The lie-chased alethephilist :* Sorcery’s maw gulps the beginner : In Pain’s mill neophytes are grist : Dis…
1909 · PDF PAGE 134
…hat perception and execution have got into unison (for once) and know it, I cannot say.) It is well that thus should close this eleventh day of my Retirement, and the thirty-third year of my life. Thirty and three years was this templein building. . . . It has always been my custom on this night to look back over the year, and to ask: What have I done? The answer is invariably “ Nothing.” Yet ofwhat men count deeds I have done no small share. I have travelled abit, written abit . , . I seem to have been hard at it all the time—and to have got n…
1910 · PDF PAGE 228
218 LE VIN DES AMANTS SPACE is glorious to-day ! Throw bridle, bit, and spurs away ! Let us seek, astride of Wine, A Heaven faery and divine ! Like twin angels in dismay, Smit by Godheads blistering ray, Where dawn lurks blue and crystalline, Seek the mirage in the shrine ! Softly poised upon the wing Of the whirlwind let us ride, With its madness sway and swing, Sister, swimming side by side ; Onward through the starry streams Toward the Heaven of my dreams !
1907 · PDF PAGE 92
…ust in evitably fail , as he knew his first kiss must inevitably lead to their great love and surrender . They spend the last melancholy day together : Strong kisses that had surfeited a score Of earthly bridals in an hour we squandered .? And at last : THE FIFTIETH DAY At noon she sailed for home , a weeping bride Widowed before the honeymoon was done . Always before the rising of the sun I swore to come in spirit to her side Alice , an Adultery , vol . ii, p . 79 . 2 Ibid . vol . ii, p . 84 .
1909 · PDF PAGE 47
7.20. 7.40. JOHN ST. JOHN likely have broken up the Apophis—kingdom of yester— day in a moment, and the truth of it would have been 5 per cent.drug and95per cent.magic ; but nobodywould have believed me. Remember that this record is for the British Public, “ who may like me yet.” God forbid! for I cannot echo Browning’s hope. Their greasiness, hypocrisy, and meanness are such that their appreciation could only mean my vileness, not their redemption. Sorry if I seem pessimistic about them! A nasty one for me, by the way, if they suddenly started…
1910 · PDF PAGE 28
…glory ; Sapphos life was spilt From fervent lips the torch of song to ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stoneif but thou wilt. And yet the days stream by ; night shakes the day From his pale throne of purple, to allay The tremors of the earth ; day smiteth dark With the swift poignard dipped in Helios ray. The days stream by ; with lips and cheeks grown pale On their indomitable breast we sail. There is a favouring wind ; our idle bark Lingers, we raise no silk to meet the gale. The bank slips by ; we gather not its fruit. We plant no seed, we ir…
1928 · PDF PAGE 111
My profession of painter impels me to look attentively at every face which I see in the course of the day, and you know well what en- joyment we draw from this faculty which ren- ders life more living and significant to our eyes than it is for other men. In the retired district where I dwelt, and where broad brass-covered spaces still separate the buildings, I often saw a child whose eager and merry face attracted me at the first glance more than did that of anyone else. He had posed more than once for me, and I have turned him at one time into…
1898 · PDF PAGE 101
VESPERS. THE incense steams before the Christ, It wraps His feet with grey, A perfumed melancholy mist, Tears sacred from the day ; And awe, a holiness, I wist, More sweet than man may say. I bend my head to kiss the brow, Scarred and serene and wide, The bosom and the loin-cloth now And where the blood has dried, The blood whose purple tide doth flow From out the smitten side. The fragrance of his skin begets Desire of holy things ; 91
1901 · PDF PAGE 93
…o the subtle and sublime ; You shall gather up your girdles to make ready for the way, And by the Cross of Suffering climb seeing to the Day. Then we shall meet again in the Presence of the Throne, Not knowing ; yet in Him ! O Thou ! knowing as we are known.
1906 · PDF PAGE 66
… hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night of woe. We trust, and so Lift up our voices in the dying day Indeed to pray: O little hands that are so soft and strong, Lead us along !
1910 · PDF PAGE 89
…1 like new moons ! and there is no degree in the ex- cellence of thy podex ; nor is the joy of thy lover, when he delights therein, from day to day dimi- nished or increased. This is the sigillum of perfection in any work. The perfect lover is calm and equable ; storms of thunder, quakings of the earth, losses of goods, punishment from great men, none of these things cause him to rise from his divan, or to remove the silken tube of the rose-perfumed huqqa from his mouth. I can even take pleasure with Laila, O no longer jealous one ! When thou w…
1913 · PDF PAGE 356
THE EQUINOX The old guard does not surrender, but neither does it die! The proof of it is the enthusiasm of our children, who mean, one day, to be also soldiers of the old guard! Napoleon is no more a man: he is the very genius of France, he is the second saviour of the world, and he also gave for a sign the cross to his apostles. St. Helena and Golgotha are the beacons of the new civilization; they are the two piles of an immense bridge made by the rainbow of the final deluge, and which throws a bridge between the two worlds. And can you belie…