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Page 18 of 1591909 · PDF PAGE 43
Yet certain holy nuns concealed the secret in songs upon the lyre. Now did the Horror of Time pervert all things, hiding the Purity with a loathsome thing, a thing unnameable. Yea, and there arose sensualists upon the firma- ment, as a foul stain of storm upon the sky. And the Black Brothers raised their heads; yea, they unveiled themselves without shame or fear. Also there rose up a soul of filth and of weak- ness, and it corrupted all the rule of the Tao. 44
1910 · PDF PAGE 354
… sports, neither do we. But you must play square, even if you are a God; it is not cricket to slay the whole of the opposing eleven each time you are bowled. But perhaps Siva had a reputation to keep up; we'll ask Kali. VISHNU. RITUAL, FAITH, AND Moras. By F. H. PERRYCOSTE. Watts and Co. If you should be so depraved as to desire to become a rationalistic author, you must buy a pair of scissors, some stickphast, and a parcel of odd vols. at Hodgson’s, containing: Buckle, Draper, Gibbon, Lecky, an old dictionary or two of quotations and some of t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 354
… sports, neither do we. But you must play square, even if you are a God; it is not cricket to slay the whole of the opposing eleven each time you are bowled. But perhaps Siva had a reputation to keep up; we'll ask Kali. VISHNU. RITUAL, FAITH, AND Moras. By F. H. PERRYCOSTE. Watts and Co. If you should be so depraved as to desire to become a rationalistic author, you must buy a pair of scissors, some stickphast, and a parcel of odd vols. at Hodgson’s, containing: Buckle, Draper, Gibbon, Lecky, an old dictionary or two of quotations and some of t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 27
…e busy pretending to live the dirty, stinking, lousy, poor ; Corio- lanus “ licking the breech of a leprous hangman.” (Not Crowley, this time : Catullus). So that on mature consideration I drop the Revd. C. Verey of “ Clouds without Water ” — it is only one more satire. The invention was not cowardice but art. My sympathies are entirely with the alleged author of the Quatorzains ; in a world of Winnington-Ingrams it is about the best that any one can do. At the same time, I have a foible : I should like to pro- duce ideal poetry ; poetry free f…
1911 · PDF PAGE 13
… is like a fence in front of him. And he cries: O man, who art thou that wouldst penetrate the Mystery? for it is hidden unto the End of Time. And I answer him: Time is not, save in the darkness of Her womb by whom evil came. And now the wheel breaks away, and I see him as he is. His garment is black beneath the opal veils, but it is lined with white, and he has the shining belly of a fish, and enor- mous wings of black and white feathers, and innumerable little legs and claws like a centipede, and a long tail like a scorpion. The breasts are h…
1912 · PDF PAGE 179
…the half—open door, and very warilyputs out his right hand to oþen the ray of the lantern. HE stops refeatedly to listen daring all this time. His thnmb s/iþs on thefasten- ing of the lantern, and Με latter swings against the door, making a startling clatter. MARTIN springs uþ in bed, trying loudly]— MARTIN. Who’s there? [A long pause; presently MARTIN gives a slight groan of abject terror. BOTH remain absolutely still. Another long þause. Then JACK again tries to open the lantern with infinite stealth; at last a single tiny dim ray shoots out a…
1912 · PDF PAGE 179
…the half—open door, and very warilyputs out his right hand to oþen the ray of the lantern. HE stops refeatedly to listen daring all this time. His thnmb s/iþs on thefasten- ing of the lantern, and Με latter swings against the door, making a startling clatter. MARTIN springs uþ in bed, trying loudly]— MARTIN. Who’s there? [A long pause; presently MARTIN gives a slight groan of abject terror. BOTH remain absolutely still. Another long þause. Then JACK again tries to open the lantern with infinite stealth; at last a single tiny dim ray shoots out a…
1961 · PDF PAGE 191
…n of those willed Changes or Transmutations of the Mind which lead into Truth, being as Ladders unto Heaven, or so I called them at that Time, seeking for a Phrase to admonish the Scribe that attended on my Words, to grave a Balustre upon the Stele of of my Working. But I make Effort in vain, o my Son, to record this matter in Detail; for it is the quality of the Grass to quicken the Operation of Thought it may be Thousandfold, and moreover to figure each Step in Images complex and overpowering in Beauty, so that one hath no Time wherein to con…
1929 · PDF PAGE 369
369 It was time for me to get back to England. Neuburg was to join his relations at San Sebastian, and as soon as he was gone, I wrote The Soldier and the Hunchbac, ! and ? on the thirteenth of December. Two days later I left Plymouth by the Marlborough. {593} 65 In London I put my foot down at once by taking away my daughter until Rose agreed to follow the doctor's instructions and get rid of her dipsomania once and for all. She capitulated and the necessary measures were taken. This left me free for my proposed Retirement, which I decided to …
1913 · PDF PAGE 8
INTRODUCTION . | SHALL take it to be conceded , at this time of day, 1 not only that good poetry is worth writing , but that our language has a capacity and our nation a rather special aptitude for it : and these admissions — if the reader will be good enough to make them before starting upon the poems here collected —will excuse together the authors, the anthologist, and the contributor of this short ' Introduction .' For if good poetry be worth writing , the attempt to write it must be worth making : nor does it need a Socratic dialogue to pr…
1922 · PDF PAGE 362
…king you before tiffin what was your true will?” “Yes,” I said, “I do. And I told you then, and I tell you again now, that I haven’t the time to think about things like that.” “That fact,” he retorted, “was quite enough to assure me that you had discovered it.” ‘“‘ Look here,” I said, “ you’re a good sort and all that, but you are really a bit queer, and half the time I don’t know what you are driving at. Can’t you put it in plain English?” — “With all the pleasure in life,” he returned. ‘‘ Just look at the facts for a moment. Fact one: Your 34…
1922 · PDF PAGE 194
180 The Diary of a Drug Fiend Lies, in the brain benumbed, At the end of time and space, An abyss, unmeasured, unplumbed— The haunt of a face!” September 12 Peter came in just as I had finished writing this account. He seemed much more cheerful, and his arms were full of books. “ There,” he said, throwing them on the bed, “ that will refresh my memory, in case we have any trouble in stopping. I'll show Mr. King Lamus what it means to be a Pendragon.” I told him about Mabel. And now a strange thing happened. Instead of being depressed, we felt a…
1929 · PDF PAGE 54
…anity. V. ENGLISH, M.D. NOTES: 1. It is one of the greatest cruelties of nature that all painful or depressing emotions seem to lengthen time; pleasant thoughts and exalted moods make time fly. Thus, in summing up a life from an outside standpoint, it would seem that, supposing pleasure and pain to have occupied equal periods, the impression would be that pain was enormously greater than pleasure. This may be controverted. Virgil writes: Fortisan haec olim memi- nisse juvabit, and there is at least one modern writer thoroughly conversant with…
1904 · PDF PAGE 18
BALLADE OF BOWLING The Oxford match is no time for pique. The double break says “ Fee-Fo-Fum, I snick the bails, or go plumb-plumb-plumb Into the sticks.” No batsman stays While the ball spins round like a tee-to-tum ; Not every bowler can break both ways! ' ENVOI Prince, if your batting be mild and meek, Think on the burden of these sweet lays, So your revenge you may nobly wreak, And bowl for the ’Varsity all your days; Not every bowler can break both ways!
1913 · PDF PAGE 58
Amy K . Clarke . And lo ! it fell starlike Trembling to cease In His Infinite gladness Infinite peace . Out of that tremor Time was made, Worlds crept into being Young and afraid . Slowly , by beauty , His creatures grew wise, Slow dawned its wonder On opening eyes . Men watched adoring His waters roll , Deep flowed His colours Through sense and soul . Moan of creation Rapture that stirs — Blindly they learned it, Years upon years . Till clearly one spirit Cried on His Name From all her lovely And earthly frame .
1941 · PDF PAGE 9
…les! Noble Nordic deeds we've done, (Baby-killing German!) Bomb them every mother's son, Jewish-English vermin! (Chorus) Cruiser sightedtime to run! Well! theres one way surer; Scuttle quick and say we won, Trusting to the Fuhrer! (Chorus)
1941 · PDF PAGE 11
Though ruin wash the world in blood, Though death devour, though time decay, Let but our hearts hold brotherhood, And this they shall not take away. Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. Stand! and join hands! and let us sing! Shake out Old Glory to the Skies! With heart and hand defiant fling Our purpose against Destinys. Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. Amen.
1904 · PDF PAGE 76
…my efforts had I managed to do the 1000. I fancy that 900 is somewhere near my physiological limit for one bout, as it were. On the best time I ever did, the figures were : 0-100, 83 min. 101-200, 78 min. 201-300, 57 min. 301-400, 59 min. 401-500, 68 min. (Time lost on this heat by having to piss.) 501-600, 54 min. 601-700, 60 min. 701-800, 79 min. 801-900, 93 min. 901-1000, 266 min. 1001-1100, 793 min. [74]
1907 · PDF PAGE 188
…en may desires obtain the cypress crown they seek . It is only when we lose the cherished present , that it looms up through the mist of time as a glorious past ; and it is only when we have lost the body of corruption , that its soul rises sublime purifying all ; our personality purified by death the great Time Soul lies cradled in our own as the four lips of two lovers are in their bridal kiss . Alone by trampling life's grapes do we gain the vintage of the Soul , the Medean draught of rejuvenescence . The whole of this wonderful philosophy t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 64
… impassive shrine, The seat of Heavens archipelagoes ; Yet lighted not the glory whence it came, Nor shone upon the surface of the sea. Time, and the Great One, and the Nameless Name, Held in their grip the child, Eternity. Silence and Darkness in their womb withheld That spiritual fire, and brooded still : Nature and Time, their soleness undispelled, Ever awaiting the eternal Will. And Law was unbegotten : uttermost Night Dwelt, inaccessible to sound and sight Shielded from Voice, impervious to Light. Then grew within the barren womb of this …