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Page 2 of 1031909 · PDF PAGE 121
…” “Monseigneur,” he said, as Roderic stood before him, ready to make his little bow, “let me present Monsieur Mason, an Englishman.” The old fellow took little notice. Said Frédéric in his ear: “Monsieur lives on the Boulevard St. Germain, and loves to paint the streets.” The old man rose with alacrity, smiled, bowed, was en- chanted to meet one of the gallant allies whose courage had— he spoke glibly of the Alma, Inkerman, Sebastopol. The little comedy had not been lost on Roderic. Won- dering, he sat down beside the old nobleman. What spell h…
1909 · PDF PAGE 121
…” “Monseigneur,” he said, as Roderic stood before him, ready to make his little bow, “let me present Monsieur Mason, an Englishman.” The old fellow took little notice. Said Frédéric in his ear: “Monsieur lives on the Boulevard St. Germain, and loves to paint the streets.” The old man rose with alacrity, smiled, bowed, was en- chanted to meet one of the gallant allies whose courage had— he spoke glibly of the Alma, Inkerman, Sebastopol. The little comedy had not been lost on Roderic. Won- dering, he sat down beside the old nobleman. What spell h…
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
…psy girl Skilled in the mystic art. She knows the trick to curl Dried leaves in fire, and augur thence. I bought her in the mart From an old Greek — a vile old man ! He told me she was a Bohemian ; And by a fabulous conjuring with cards Indeed she can divine. CHAU So can our bards. These girls are shifty. GOVINDA Maybe so ; but list ! (I pray you) She can take an amethyst And see a thousand visions. CHAU So can I
1922 · PDF PAGE 23
A Knight Out 9 A dangerous look came into the eyes of the insane earl. He took a pace backwards and raised his stick. But Fordham, old campaigner that he was, had antici- pated the gesture. He had been to the Western States in his youth ; and what he did not know about scrapping was not worth being known. In particular, he was very much alive to the fact that an unarmed man sitting behind a fixed table has no chance against a man with a stick in the open. . He slipped out like a cat. Before Bumble could bring down his cane, the old man had dive…
1904 · PDF PAGE 93
…, lawyers, sailors, sodgers ! Ca’ me canty but? and ben? Mary Rogers! Does she live by taking lodgers? She is beautiful, but then Quaint old jossers, queer old codgers— ? How she does it, do ye ken? ® Women are such artful dodgers! Lord! I’d love to be there when Mary Rogers.‘ 1 But and ben—a Scots expression, very powerful and chaste. 2 This sentence is left unfinished for effect. 3 Does what? This is a problem rondel. 4 ¢.e, when yet unmarried.
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
Esmé Wingfield -Stratford . *CAMBRIDGE UP TO DATE. LITTLE don Perkins , L Social psychologist, Proved after hall To old Dowbiggin ( Master of Arts and Doctor of Science ) That time and space and matter and motion ( In short , God 's universe ) Were just a machine of one , two , three , Known unto Perkins Revealed to Dowbiggin . While over the court , the naked universe Arched with its laughter of a million suns , And every orb , out of the sea Of that unfathomable night blue , Sang - Gloria in excelsis deo ! While little don Perkins Played doub…
1928 · PDF PAGE 180
… monstrous rears its pros- pered head! Well knowst thou Satan (ease this woe of mine!) I went not thither useless tears to shed, But an old lecher withs old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth for me like wine Whether thou sleep in mornings sheets (dear witch!) Heavy, obscure, and chill; or preen thee, vain, In evenings veils, with gold embroidery rich.
1899 · PDF PAGE 182
…0 ‘MYSTERIES: Only a primrose, a violet laden With the pale perfume of dawn ; Only a snowdrop, my delicate maiden ; These have no thorn. Old-fashioned love, yet you feel it a fountain Springing for ever, most pure; Old-fashioned love, yet as adamant mountain . Solid and sure. Yes, tender thoughts on your lips will be breaking By-and-by into a smile; Love, ere he springs up divine at his waking, Slumbers awhile. So, my kissed snowdrop, you took its white blossom Tenderly into your hand, Kissed it three times, wear it yet in your bosom— I underst…
1905 · PDF PAGE 81
WINTER Know ye my children? From the old strong breast Not weary yet of life’s grey change, not drawn Into the utter peace of death, the rest Of the dim hour that lingers ere the dawn, Spring these that laugh upon thee. In the snow See forests bare and gaunt, Where wingéd whispers haunt, Lighting the dull sky with a slumberous glow; Hear the strange sounds of winter chaunt; Feel the keen wisdom of the winter thrill Young hearts with passionate foretaste Of death in some wild waste Of deserts darkening at some wild god’s will, Of frozen steppes …
1922 · PDF PAGE 7
In the infernal potion of that flower, My poisonous passion for your blood! Behold! How utterly I yield, how gladly dower Our sin with my own spirit’s quenched gold, Clothe love with my own soul’s immortal power, Give thee my body as a fire to hold— O love, no words, no songs—your breast my bower! NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE (By Ernest Dowson. From Poems. 1905) LAs? night, ah yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate …
1910 · PDF PAGE 142
…rimson flux Sprang in a mingled river to the West. GOVINDA See how she tears her breast ! CHAU She is like a wounded horse Gored by some old rogue-elephant. For now the mouth springs open, and a yell Like the shriek of the throat of hell Bursts, and is choked by a vomit of black worms. ALEXANDER All this most critically confirms Our calculations. Boy ! the long pale glass Fashioned of ambergris and chrysopras. Fill it with the old, the ripe Satyrion, And bear it to their Majesties. Anon We shall see ? — GOVINDA Sure, a son
1913 · PDF PAGE 228
…e Stared at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I felt you kiss me as I roved Back to the brightness of the world of old; And so the past grew dearer, as I loved And loved you more: the path grew ever gold, Merging at last into the golden light Of the Golden Age : we were re-born that night. (vir) More sombrely…
1913 · PDF PAGE 228
…e Stared at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I felt you kiss me as I roved Back to the brightness of the world of old; And so the past grew dearer, as I loved And loved you more: the path grew ever gold, Merging at last into the golden light Of the Golden Age : we were re-born that night. (vir) More sombrely…
1928 · PDF PAGE 8
CONTENTS I. THE STRANGER II. THE DESPAIR OF THE OLD WOMAN III. THE ARTISTS CONFESSION IV. A JESTER V. THE DOUBLE ROOM VI. EVERYONE HAS HIS CHIMERA VII. THE MADMAN AND THE VENUS VIII. THE DOG AND THE FLACK IX. THE BAD GLAZIER X. ONE OCLOCK IN THE MORNING XI. THE WILD WOMAN AND THE SPOILT DARLING XII. CROWDS XIII. WIDOWS XIV. THE OLD MOUNTEBANK XV. THE CAKE XVI. THE CLOCK XVII. A WORLD IN A MANE XVIII. WILL YOU COME WITH ME XIX. THE POOR MANS TOY XX. THE FAIRY GIFTS XXI. THE TEMPTATIONS: OR, LOVE RICHES AND GLORY XXII. THE TWILIGHT OF EVEN XXI…
1912 · PDF PAGE 177
…people would bow down to me. The richest man in the world ! Think of it! I'll do wonderful things. I’ll buy the Tower of London for poor old Martin, dear old boy. On my soul, I love him like a father. [A þama] What was it now? I’ve forgotten—I knew a minute ago. However did the idea strike me? Such a beautiful idea. Aha! Aha! [Manner again change: to intense/y furtive hate inspired by horror] It is his eye—that pale blue filmy eye. It is like the eye of a vulture. My blood runs cold. I will cut it out; the blood will run warm all over me. I shal…
1912 · PDF PAGE 177
…people would bow down to me. The richest man in the world ! Think of it! I'll do wonderful things. I’ll buy the Tower of London for poor old Martin, dear old boy. On my soul, I love him like a father. [A þama] What was it now? I’ve forgotten—I knew a minute ago. However did the idea strike me? Such a beautiful idea. Aha! Aha! [Manner again change: to intense/y furtive hate inspired by horror] It is his eye—that pale blue filmy eye. It is like the eye of a vulture. My blood runs cold. I will cut it out; the blood will run warm all over me. I shal…
1905 · PDF PAGE 108
…ay and woe, Gorged with the day’s indecent festival. I think these birds were once the souls 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. I03
1904 · PDF PAGE 104
…MEDEA, I have meditated long. SECOND DANAID. To what sad end? MEDEA. At the full end I see Allusion to my magic—to that spell Whereby an old man may renew his youth. ALCESTIS. Our father! MEDEA. You have guessed aright, my child. Your father must abandon his old age And—by my magic—find sweet youth again!
1913 · PDF PAGE 218
…weet Kodomo and Nésan, For a darker shade approaching From the Westward is encroaching , Pressing onward unforbidden Round the shores of Old Japan . And while temple gongs are booming , By Pagodas dimly looming And by many an ancient Tori And by paper lanterns wan , Progress comes with fingers stealing Without mercy , without feeling , Waiting but to grip your story , Then he'll close it, Old Japan . * THE WINDMILL . " COME to where the wind is sighing, Where the bats are thickly Aying , Where the red lights lie a- dying , And the evening droop…
1907 · PDF PAGE 29
THE TOWER OF TOIL (LA TOUR DE TRAVAIL) HE old sun rolls; the old earth spins; Incessant labour bends the stars. Hath not enough of woes and sins — Passed? Who shall efface their senseless scars? One makes, one mars. The aeons foil All purpose; rise, O Tower of Toil. Rise in thy radiance to proclaim The agony of the earth alive! Stand by the sea, a marble flame, A lighthouse wedded to an hive! Still upward strive! O tower, arise An endless spiral to the skies! Stand on the weather-beaten coast A flaming angel in the noon; A silver, fascinated gh…