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Page 2 of 1121901 · PDF PAGE 9
…on me like the hideous-fronted tomb, Whereon are graven strange words of misbelief ; Thy brazen forehead, and its lustre gloom. Sinister eyes, you burn into my breast, Creating an infernal cavern of woe, Where strange sleek leopards lash them in unrest, And furtive serpents crawling to and fro— Sinister eyes, you burn into my breast ! All hell, all destinies of death are written Like litanies blaspheming in those eyes ; And where the lightning of high God hath smitten, Lie the charred brands of monstrous infamies, Wherein all destinies of death…
1912 · PDF PAGE 10
So halted he his horse, and bent To catch remembrance from the eyes That stared to God, whose ardour sent His radiance from the ruthless skies. Then like a statue still he sate; Nor quivered nerve, nor muscle stirred; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. But coldest horror drave the light From knightly eyes. How pale thy bloom, Thy blood, O brow whereon the night Sits like a serpent on a tomb! For Palamede those eyes beheld The iron image of his own ; On those dead brows a fate he spelled To strike a Gorgon into stone. …
1928 · PDF PAGE 91
… vants office and took his children to taste the evening air. All were in rags. These three faces were strangely serious, and these six eyes looked fixedly upon the new café with equal admiration, but coloured differently by age. The eyes of the father said: How beautiful it is, how beautiful it is; one would say that all the gold of the poor world has come to plaster itself upon these walls. The eyes of the little boy: How beautiful it is, how beautiful it is; but it is a house where people like us cannot enter. As to the eyes of the smal…
1905 · PDF PAGE 111
…and say “TI feigned, I lay Thus so you kissed me”—O Eurydice, Be good to me! There is not one sweet sigh of all the old sighs— Open your eyes! Not one warm breath of the young breast: no sleep Could be so deep. The last pale lotus opens to the skies. Open your eyes ! Lift the blue eyelids under the deep lashes Till one light flashes! Wake with one supreme sigh like the old sighs! Open your eyes! I cannot leave you so, Eurydice. Come back to me! Just in the triumph, in love’s utmost hour, Life’s queenliest flower— All shattered, overblown. Euryd…
1911 · PDF PAGE 143
…egarding a too faithful portrait of an orator addressing his constituents. She spoke over her shoulder to the long negro, Joe Marie. His eyes rolled, and his hands twitched, and his thick mouth grinned. He seemed to sniff her hair. A pitiable creature—a tamed leopard. All smiles and yes ! yes! to a discourse of whose purport he had noidea. “ Realism l” she went on. " We want truth, but we want beauty too. We don't want what our silly eyes call truth. We want the beauty that is seen by artists’ souls. A photo- graph is a lie because a camera is …
1911 · PDF PAGE 143
…egarding a too faithful portrait of an orator addressing his constituents. She spoke over her shoulder to the long negro, Joe Marie. His eyes rolled, and his hands twitched, and his thick mouth grinned. He seemed to sniff her hair. A pitiable creature—a tamed leopard. All smiles and yes ! yes! to a discourse of whose purport he had noidea. “ Realism l” she went on. " We want truth, but we want beauty too. We don't want what our silly eyes call truth. We want the beauty that is seen by artists’ souls. A photo- graph is a lie because a camera is …
1910 · PDF PAGE 380
THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD So halted he his horse, and bent To catch remembrance from the eyes That stared to God, whose ardour sent His radiance from the ruthless skies. Then like a statue still he sate; Nor quivered nerve, nor muscle stirred; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. But coldest horror drave the light From knightly eyes. How pale thy bloom, Thy blood, O brow whereon the night Sits like a serpent on a tomb! For Palamede those eyes beheld The iron image of his own ; On those dead brows a fate he spelled To str…
1910 · PDF PAGE 380
THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD So halted he his horse, and bent To catch remembrance from the eyes That stared to God, whose ardour sent His radiance from the ruthless skies. Then like a statue still he sate; Nor quivered nerve, nor muscle stirred; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. But coldest horror drave the light From knightly eyes. How pale thy bloom, Thy blood, O brow whereon the night Sits like a serpent on a tomb! For Palamede those eyes beheld The iron image of his own ; On those dead brows a fate he spelled To str…
1910 · PDF PAGE 139
130 AMBERGRIS And night falls faster, ere thine eyes appear Glittering through the mist. O face of woman unkissed Save by the dead whose love is taken ere they wist ! Thee, thee I call ! O dire one ! O divine ! I, the sole mortal, seek thy deadly shrine, Pour the dark stream of blood, A sleepy and reluctant river Even as thou drawest, with thine eyes on mine, To me across the sense-bewildering flood That holds my soul for ever !
1911 · PDF PAGE 30
… now I see the heart of the rose again. I see the face of him that is the heart of the rose, and in the glory of that face Iam ended. My eyes are fixed upon his eyes; my being is sucked up through my eyes into those eyes. And I see through those eyes, and lo! the universe, like whirling sparks of gold, blown like a tempest. I seem to swell out again into him. My consciousness fills the whole Aethyr. I hear the cry NIA, ringing again and again from within me. It sounds like infinite music, and behind the sound is the meaning of the Aethyr. Again…
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
… stands upright , half smiling , with his face towards the blast , My voice is weak and cannot reach as far as you , my dear . Hide your eyes , hide your eyes , and look from him if you can ! His face shines pale beneath the moonlit skies For he is sick at heart for home , yet proud to be a man But oh his guileless baby mouth , his open childlike eyes 206
1898 · PDF PAGE 11
108 MYSTERIES: PERCY. It is like your eyes. [Comes out into corridor.] Esmé! I have looked into your eyes as your eyes look into Heaven, and there I have found my Heaven. O serene depths! O faultless face of my desire! O white brow too clear! I sin against your holiness by my presence. Only the moon should see you, Esmé. ESME [half in tears]. . You don’t mean like that, Percy, quite. Why do you say that? Enter Vaughan in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched…
1899 · PDF PAGE 130
108 MYSTERIES: PERCY. It is like your eyes. [Comes out into corridor.] Esmé! I have looked into your eyes as your eyes look into Heaven, and there I have found my Heaven. O serene depths! O faultless face of my desire! O white brow too clear! I sin against your holiness by my presence. Only the moon should see you, Esmé. ESME [half in tears]. . You don’t mean like that, Percy, quite. Why do you say that? Enter Vaughan in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched…
1907 · PDF PAGE 236
…d as deeply as my poor!instruct you in the Mysteries of Eleusis, powers allow: but the text is decipherable!oh ye brave hearts, and cool eyes, and only under the stars by one who hath|trembling lips! I will put a live coal upon drunken of the dew of the moon. Under the stars will I go forth, my brothers, and drink of that lustral dew: I will return, my brothers, when I have seen God face to face, and read within those eternal eyes the secret that shall make you free. END OF your lips, and flowers upon your eyes, and a sword in your hearts, and …
1901 · PDF PAGE 131
…tar Seen in the fragrant breezes of the East ! O lover of my love, O avatar Of the All-One, O mystical High Priest ! O thou before whose eyes my weak eyes fail, Wonderful warden of the Holy Grail ! O thou, mine angel, whom these eyes have seen, These hands have handled, and this mouth has kissed ! O thou, the very tongue of fire, the clean Sweet-scented presence of a holier Christ ! Listen, and answer, and behold ! My wings Droop, O thou stronger than the immortal kings ! My flame burns dim ! O bring the broken jar And alabaster casket, and dis…
1907 · PDF PAGE 106
…eat me so? One day your passion slake itself some- how, Seek vigour from another murder? No! You harlot, for I mean to kill you—now. THE EYES OF PHARAOH. DEAD Pharaoh’s eyes from out the tomb Burned like twin planets ruby-red. Enswathed, enthroned, the halls of gloom Echo the agony of the dead. Silent and stark the Pharaoh sate : No breath went whispering, hushed or scared. Only that red incarnate hate Through pylon after pylon flared. As in the blood of murdered things The affrighted augur shaking skries Earthquake and ruinous fate of kings, F…
1909 · PDF PAGE 144
134 THE EQUINOX IX Laughing eyes and clear brown skin, And dark locks rippling wide, Where the sunbeams play and the eddies spin I saw my face in the tide, But I knew the trick Narcissus had done, So I shook back my hair to stare at the sun ; My slim brown body I’d keep within The shade of the green hillside. x I found the groves of Pan; I came At length to a daisied field, And the sun shone out with his yellow flame That makes the harvest yield. Yellow and purple are corn and grape, But scarlet the god when he takes his shape At the sound of t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 144
134 THE EQUINOX IX Laughing eyes and clear brown skin, And dark locks rippling wide, Where the sunbeams play and the eddies spin I saw my face in the tide, But I knew the trick Narcissus had done, So I shook back my hair to stare at the sun ; My slim brown body I’d keep within The shade of the green hillside. x I found the groves of Pan; I came At length to a daisied field, And the sun shone out with his yellow flame That makes the harvest yield. Yellow and purple are corn and grape, But scarlet the god when he takes his shape At the sound of t…
1928 · PDF PAGE 56
XVI THE CLOCK THE Chinese can tell the time by looking in the eyes of a cat. One day a missionary, while walking in the suburbs of Nankin, found that he had forgotten his watch, and asked a little boy what the time was. The gutter-snipe of the Flowery Kingdom hesitated at first, then, recollecting himself, he replied, I will find out for you. A minute later he reappeared, holding in his arms a fine big cat, and looking, as the saying is, in the white of its eyes, he unhesitatingly affirmed, It is just a little before noon. This turned out t…
1903 · PDF PAGE 74
XXXII Lapy, awake the dread abyss Of knowledge in impassioned eyes! Fathom the gulphs of awful bliss With the poised plummet of a kiss! Love hath the arcanum of the wise; Love is the elixir, love the stone; The rosy tincture shall arise Out of its shadowy cadences. Love is the Work, and love alone Rewards the ingenious alchemist. Chaste fervours chastely overthrown Awake the infinite monotone. So, Lady, if thy lips I kissed ; So, lady, if in eyes of steel I read the steady secret, wist Of no gray ghosts moulded of mist; 72