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Page 18 of 1031913 · PDF PAGE 116
ROBERT KEABLE . * BENEDICTION . I IKE the white shining of the Host When held in folds of blue, God lifts to -night the moon 's pale ghost To make old blessings new . A thousand fire- flies star His way , A thousand candle - lights ; Earth lit by other every day Can light her Lord at nights . Tall palms rear stately heads to grace The coming of the King , Incense to smoke before his face A thousand flowers bring . And all the world , as Eden was , Is hushed in holy fear , Only small creatures shrill because God holds them very dear . For earth …
1922 · PDF PAGE 58
…self up to the police. Yes, as one gets into the full swing of cocaine, one loses all consciousness of the bumpy character of this funny old oblate spheroid. One is really very much more competent to deal with the affairs of life, that is, in a certain sense of the word. M. Coué is perfectly right, just as the Christian Scientists and all those people are perfectly right, in saying that half our troubles come from our conscious- ness of their existence, so that if we forget their exis- tence, they actually cease to exist ! Haven’t we got an old…
1907 · PDF PAGE 64
…eil o th’ mist of the quiet wood is lifted to the seers £aZe; | He burns athwart the murky maze beyond into beatitude. A solemn rapture holds the faun: an holy joy sucks up the seer _ Within its rose-revolving sphere, the orient oval of the dawn. Light’s graven old cartouche is sealed upon the forest: ‘groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she…
1910 · PDF PAGE 370
… gray and amethyst; The wavering breeze has slowly kissed The way between Her zone and wrist. Pale guardian of the altar-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies through the temple’s purple shrines. Behold, pure queen, the magic signs. Let words out-stream As mingled wines! . . . Victor B. NEUBURG. 3…
1910 · PDF PAGE 370
… gray and amethyst; The wavering breeze has slowly kissed The way between Her zone and wrist. Pale guardian of the altar-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies through the temple’s purple shrines. Behold, pure queen, the magic signs. Let words out-stream As mingled wines! . . . Victor B. NEUBURG. 3…
1928 · PDF PAGE 154
… voice made hoarse by brandy, the voice of my dear, small, well-beloved girl, that said, When are you going to eat your soup, you dirty old cloud-monger?
1910 · PDF PAGE 66
…eality to a child, and a deceit or illusion to a man, an apparition or a shadow. Thus, little by little, we beget a new reality upon the old reality, a new false- hood upon the old falsehood, namely, that the thing we see is “an illusion” and is not “a reality,” seldom considering that the true difference between the one and the other is but the difference of name. Then after a little do we begin to believe in “the illusion” as firmly and concretely as we once believed in “the reality,” seldom considering that all belief is illu- sionary, and t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 66
…eality to a child, and a deceit or illusion to a man, an apparition or a shadow. Thus, little by little, we beget a new reality upon the old reality, a new false- hood upon the old falsehood, namely, that the thing we see is “an illusion” and is not “a reality,” seldom considering that the true difference between the one and the other is but the difference of name. Then after a little do we begin to believe in “the illusion” as firmly and concretely as we once believed in “the reality,” seldom considering that all belief is illu- sionary, and t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 173
…look into my own heart's heave, And saw the bloody nails made fast again. Thou cam’st to obsess me first that Easter Eve ! The lustre of old jet was over thee, And through thy body coursed the scented blood § Thy flesh was full of amvrous ecstasy : Polished, and gloomier than some black full flood, The lustre of old jet was over thee ! In thy great brazen blackness I am bathed ; Through all thy veins, like curses, my blood runs ; In all thy flesh my naked bones are swathed, My womb is pregnant with mad moons and suns. [n thy great brazen blackn…
1898 · PDF PAGE 92
…beguiles their sluggish kisses, in the wood They breathe no murmur that is good, and Satan in their blossom smiles. They murder with the old perfume that maddens all men’s blood ; we die Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust : No crimson-hooded viper knows, no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-sea…
1913 · PDF PAGE 204
… churchyard dim : “ Oh Mother , you've frightened poor Mary away , Poor Mary, who wanted so much to play . She was standing there by the old tombstone; And now poor Mary must play alone." So Jimmy Price went home to bed, And Mary joined the restless dead . THE MAD MAGICIAN . BUILT a palace , high up in air, Tower and gallery , hall and stair . 1 Marble I wrought in, iron and gold . Ever and ever this house will hold . When I had made it fair and strong I set it drifting the wind along While I went seeking by hall and stair , Sure of finding my …
1909 · PDF PAGE 305
… not exist, and what proves it beyond all doubt is that we have never seen one ourselves!” This, it will be seen, is the Freethinkers’ * old, old conclusive argument: “There is not a God because we have no experience of a God.”+.. . “ There is not a South Pole because we have not trudged round it six times and cut our names on it with our pocket-knives !” Now what is knowledge ? Something is !—Call it Existence. What exists ? “T exist!” answers the Idealist, “I and I alone!” rather than believe in the resurrection of a dead person, but his spee…
1909 · PDF PAGE 305
… not exist, and what proves it beyond all doubt is that we have never seen one ourselves!” This, it will be seen, is the Freethinkers’ * old, old conclusive argument: “There is not a God because we have no experience of a God.”+.. . “ There is not a South Pole because we have not trudged round it six times and cut our names on it with our pocket-knives !” Now what is knowledge ? Something is !—Call it Existence. What exists ? “T exist!” answers the Idealist, “I and I alone!” rather than believe in the resurrection of a dead person, but his spee…
1905 · PDF PAGE 27
22 ODE TO SAPPHO As we lie and behold All the wonders untold That the joys of desire In their secrets enfold, As the pillars of fire On the ocean of old ! O Lesbian maiden ! The delight of thy lips Is the voice of the Spring That the nightingales sing Over Winter’s eclipse, While my fingers enring The white limbs of thy sleep And my lips suck the lips Of the house of my dream, And press daintily deep, Till the joys are supreme That thine amorous mouth On the home of thy love Would exhaust the fierce drouth Of the rivers thereof, Till thy white …
1906 · PDF PAGE 65
…ir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes 57
1906 · PDF PAGE 138
… help comes Janet ! Angus! Oh, miserable! here. Criosda ! wake ! wake !— Oh, I must take him out—no man may enter here !—It is ill luck. Old Andrew found the passage ! and the next day he was dead —murdered, murdered ! Oh, how horrible! —what a horrible place this is with all its beauty and love! and my worship—oh, how strange it all is. Criosda! come! [She begins to carry him to the great door, then notices his white robe. This must come off: they must not see the holy robes. Criosda! my darling dear brother, do look at me! [She has removed th…
1929 · PDF PAGE 22
…of science, she had the power of small objects to move without apparent physical contact. Her first experiments had been with a purblind old person named Oudouwitz, who was in love with her in his senile way. Few people swallowed the published results of his experiiments with her. If convinced they would have been very much startled. For she was supposed to be able to stop clocks at will, to open and close doors without approaching them — and other feats of the same general type. But she had sobered down since leaving the Professor — which she …
1898 · PDF PAGE 69
…n-ray is it, that so clear Shines on the pavement, for a voice of fear It hath, unless it be the breeze that mocks My ear, and waves his old majestic locks About his head. There fell upon my ear : “ O soul contemplative of distant things, Who hast a poet’s heart, even if thy pen Be dry and barren, who dost hold Love dear, Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men : That they have hope ; for we are happy here.” 59
1904 · PDF PAGE 83
…t remind- er. Shall we sup ? ANGELA. Yes ; a magnum of Pol Roger, ’84 — GLENSTRAE. With a dash of brandy in it — ANGELA. Will clothe our old loves in a halo of romance again. GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! We wear well, eh ? There, there ! (Opens the car- riage door.) The Carlton. (Follows and shuts door.) Sir Percy and Molly part. The effect of his last dose is worn off : clutching his prescription, he goes off with set teeth. Molly goes the other way : to her enter a theatre-goer. MOLLY. Won’t you come with me, ducky ? THEATRE-GOER. Not to-night. See y…
1906 · PDF PAGE 112
… In hell one finds that everything Is easy. Poison to my hand; A cunning potion cool and bland Fit to administer the draught :— How like old times! I nodded, laughed, Poisoned my neighbour, a young girl Sent here for marrying an earl. Of course she did not die. But then On earth I never killed my men; They only die whom one forgets. Remember that each action sets Its mark still deeper in the mind! 104