FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
4,043 matching pages
Page 189 of 2031905 · PDF PAGE 116
… wasted; flowers ! What boots the weariness of olden time Now, when old age, a tempest-fury, lowers? come, grow red, ye faded Up to high God beyond the weary land The days drift mournfully ; His hoary hand Gathers them. — Is My foolish rhyme Dreams they are links upon an endless band. it so? The planets draw in endless orbits round The sun 3 itself revolves in the profound Deep wells of space3 the comet’s mystic track sy the strong rule ofa closed curve is bound. | "The fiery river of Tades.
1905 · PDF PAGE 140
…l upon my head, So be he leave us altogether dead, Burnt in that shameful whirlwind of his ire, Consumed in one tall pyramid of fire Let God's rivers
1907 · PDF PAGE 86
…hat can I think of all this? BLANCHE. I know what you must think, Monsieur de Beaulieu; you dare not say it—but you wrong me. Oh! before God, you wrong me. DENYS. [Distressed.| Don’t! Don’t! BLANCHE, Do yield: do marry me! Let me tell you how it all came about—you are so brave and young and handsome—I will not have you die. DENYS. You seem to think I stand in great fear of death. BLANCHE. [Flushes at thts boyish rudeness.) But J will not have you die. I zw22/ marry you. [With determination, DENYS. [Aside.} Here is love’s language—and Lord knows…
1907 · PDF PAGE 136
…for pure love? Did I see Zeus with his face through the thunder Frowning with fury and wonder? Love in Olympus is free— T have created a god, not a mortal of mortal degree. Ant. y. ORPHEUS. Hear me, O mother, descended To earth, from the sisterly shrine ! Hear me, a mortal unfriended, Save thou, in thy purity splendid Indwell me, invoke the divine! As sunlight enkindles the ocean, As moonlight shakes earth with emotion, As starlight shoots trembling in wine, So be thy soul for a man ! Teach my young fingers to span That musical lyre of thine ! …
1929 · PDF PAGE 181
…Lord Dunsany's [255] stories are the perfect prose jewels of a master cutter and polisher, lit by the rays of an imagination that is the godlike son of the Father of All Truth and Light; but if he kept them to himself, they would be the symptoms of an incurable lesion of the brain. A madman will conceal the Terrible Secret that "today is Wednesday," perhaps "because the devil told him to do so." "I am He who is Truth" was the boast of a great mystic, Mansur, and they stoned him for it, as they stone all men who speak truth; but had he said "Hus…
1939 · PDF PAGE 9
…h accounts for his piety compels him to interpret this emancipation as union with the gaseous vertebrate whom he has invented and called God. On the cloudy vapour of his fears his imagination has thrown a vast distorted shadow of himself, and he is duly terrified; and the more he cringes before it, the more the spectre seems to stoop to crush him. People with these ideas will never get to anywhere but Lunatic Asylums and Churches. It is because of this overwhelming miasma of fear that the whole subject of Yoga has become obscure. A perfectly si…
1906 · PDF PAGE 29
…ndness is mine ; my spirit understands, Weighs out the offering, accepts the pain, Hearing the pzean of the unprofane ! Lycian, listen ! God of the fiery face, the eyes inviolate ! Lord of soundless thunders, lightnings light- less ! Hear me now, for joy that I see thee sightless, Fervent to follow. Grant one boon; destroy me, let me die elate, Blasted with light intolerant of a mortal, That the undying in me pass thy portal ! Hear me, Apollo. Hear me, or if about thy courts be girded Paler some purple softening the sunlight Merciful, mighty, O…
1929 · PDF PAGE 156
…red to the moon; and she was covered with a quilt of silver fox. Thus she could lie in the open without discomfort, and yearn toward her goddess as she moved majestically across heaven. Now that the climax of the Experiment was upon [220] her, the exaltation of wonder seized her wholly; she was in precisely the state necessary to the magical plan. She remained in a continuous reverie of longing and expectancy for the marvel which was to come to her. It was now the night of the full moon. She rose over the crest of Posilippo soon after sunset, a…
1906 · PDF PAGE 39
…of priests. They haunt by ancient habit the old home Wherein they held high mass in days of old. But now they soar above it—for behold ! God hath looked mercifully down on Rome, Promoting thus her children to be beasts. ADVICE OF A LETTER! THE Wingéd Bull that dwelled in the north Hath flown into the West, and uttered forth His thunders in the Mountains. He shall come Where blooms the sempiterne chrysanthe- mum. The wingéd Lion, that wrought dire amaze In the Dark Place, where Light was, did his ways 1 With a letter to Ceylon, sent from Mexico …
1907 · PDF PAGE 72
…night, I will not see you. Self-disdain forbids. | I wander through the icy hermitage Of the populous streets, hoping. O might Some idle God look through his drowsy lids And will us happiness! Serene and sage Therefore I sit, as if I loved you not, And train a practised pen, and strive to art ; Accomplish art, and lose the art therein. I sit, a bitter Witenagemot,! The saint, the poet, the man : the lover’s heart Pleads at the bar. How should he hope to win? The saint is silent while the poet strings These futile follies, gives for bread a ston…
1954 · PDF PAGE 511
…metary gate. Suddenly he caught Freddy by the arm. "Look there!" he said, "Is not that something to restore our faith in the goodness of God in the midst of all these horrors?" H painted to a big woolly dog lying asleep on a grave with his head between his paws, and continued impressively. "Faithful unto death and beyond. I have often heard of a dog refusing to be comforted when his master died, lying desolate on his grave, but I never thought to see such a thing myself" That was too much for Freddy Lyon. "Yes," he said cruelly, "but look at th…
1906 · PDF PAGE 10
… scoundrels shiver at Our howls of rage, . Brothers, lift Your voices, Shriek aloud, Ram- page ! Like a mighty army moves the Church of. god. Brothers, We are treading where the saints have trod. We are all divided, fifty bodies We, Fifty hopes and doctrines, nary charity. Church and chapel perish ! hell! But Our kind of Brethren still in safety dwell. Raven’s lot can never ‘gainst the lord prevail, We are his brave followers, you are Satan’s tail. Open Plyms to Come then, outside peoples, join Our noble throng ! Blend with Ours your voices in …
1919 · PDF PAGE 298
…sheep, camel and ass.” Who is the author of this order? It is the father of Jesus Christ. “I and my father are one.” It is therefore the God of Wilhelm von Hohenzollern, the American people (if their newspapers lie not), and a very few particularly trog- lodytic Englishmen of whom Mr. T. B. Bishop is a striking ‘survival of the meanest.” Mr. Bishop really believes that this tribal demon designed butterflies, and put the rainbow in the sky as a guarantee that the world would never be destroyed by water. He even thinks that it once was destroyed …
1944 · PDF PAGE 100
…higher and deeper significance of the card. There is a direct reference to this card in the Book of the Law. In Chapter I, verse 57, the goddess Nuith speaks: “Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God”.1 The dominating feature of this card is the Eye of Horus. This is also the Eye of Shiva, on the openin…
1913 · PDF PAGE 267
…n Paris for any length of time, the rage was all for professional bicyclists. These pallid heroes, after panting round the vélodrome for God knows how many hours, would fall from their racers into the arms of the stalwart vampires who had annexed them. The best known of England’s “heroic widows” at that time kept a tame but half-witted giant with an enormous black beard; the whole of his body was, I was told, as hirsute as a bear. A daughter of the nobility contented herself with more lyric loves than these. A well-to-do girl from Calcutta prac…
1913 · PDF PAGE 267
…n Paris for any length of time, the rage was all for professional bicyclists. These pallid heroes, after panting round the vélodrome for God knows how many hours, would fall from their racers into the arms of the stalwart vampires who had annexed them. The best known of England’s “heroic widows” at that time kept a tame but half-witted giant with an enormous black beard; the whole of his body was, I was told, as hirsute as a bear. A daughter of the nobility contented herself with more lyric loves than these. A well-to-do girl from Calcutta prac…
1905 · PDF PAGE 79
… all the memory of ill. Wherefore our tribute to thy feet we bring ; Conguer our foes, and reign our king! JEPHTHAH. Ye have no king but God: see ye to that ! ELEAZAR. Behold, these people are as children, hiding Thoughts beautiful and true in profuse words, Not meaning all the lofty flight that fancy And the strong urgement of a tune dis- cover. Be thou our judge, as Joshua long ago. JEPHTHAH. Swear by the Name unspoken that the truth Flashes between the lips that tremble thus ! Ye love me not; ye fear me; ye might thrust Some petty obstacle b…
1905 · PDF PAGE 87
…leasant as the shaded well That looks through palm leaves to the quiet sky. [ Dies. JEPHTHAH. Thou didst no evil in the slaying him, For God is a consuming fire ; high zeal Against idolatry lacks not reward. And now the sun is up: for Israel, march! JARED. Good luck be with your spears; and home- coming Gladden victorious eyes ere set of sun. [Axeunt JEPHTHAH azd Soldiers. Enter ELEAZAR, AHINOAM, Chorus of Elders. CHORUS. The sun is past meridian. No sound Of trampling hoofs assails the unquiet wind, Nor trembles in the pillared echo-places, An…
1907 · PDF PAGE 62
…The bride was clad in spider-silk 5 The lord was spurred and shod. Her breasts gleamed bright and white as milk, Most like the mother of God ; His heart was shrouded, his face was clouded, Earth trembled where he trod. te ‘* By thy raven tresses ; by those caresses We changed these five hours past ; By the full red lips and the broad white brow I charge thee stay ; I am weary now; I would sleep again—at last.” ‘* By thy golden hair ; by the laughter rare Of love’s kiss conquering, By the lips full red and the ivory bed I charge thee come, I am …
1907 · PDF PAGE 149
…n our old hearts driven ; And this immortal path of splintered rock Shall lead the wild chant to the sky, and mock The nectared feast of Gods with its im- passioned shock. Deep-mouthed, I, earthquake, wake in echoing thunder. I break my mother’s breast ; I tear asunder The womb that bore me; I arise in terror, Threatening to ruin her, crag, crown, and column, Reverberate music of that mighty and solemn Call of creation, Vulcan’s awful mirror. I rend the sky with clamour terrible, Shaking the thrones of earth and heaven and hell, Confound the un…