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… and recreating nature. He comes down from his clouds or up from his abyss into a middle ground of gentle shadows, where he may rest his eyes from the splendour of the seraphim or the flames of fiends. There is a wise philosophy in this arrangement, for otherwise the soul would soon burn out in the excess of its own oxygen. Many atime, it seems to me, has my own thus been saved from extinction. When I woke it was morning—actually morning, and not a hasheesh hallucination. The first emotion that I felt upon opening my eyes was happiness to find …
1910 · PDF PAGE 267
… and recreating nature. He comes down from his clouds or up from his abyss into a middle ground of gentle shadows, where he may rest his eyes from the splendour of the seraphim or the flames of fiends. There is a wise philosophy in this arrangement, for otherwise the soul would soon burn out in the excess of its own oxygen. Many atime, it seems to me, has my own thus been saved from extinction. When I woke it was morning—actually morning, and not a hasheesh hallucination. The first emotion that I felt upon opening my eyes was happiness to find …
1911 · PDF PAGE 149
THE VISION AND THE VOICE he thine eyes from the vision. Manfully hast thou endured; yet, hadst thou been man, thou hadst not endured; and hadst thou been wholly that which thou art, thou shouldst have been caught up into the full vision that is unspeakable for Horror. And thou shouldst have beheld the face of the Magician that thou hast not been able to behold,—of him from whom issue forth the severities that are upon Malkuth, and his name is Misericordia Dei. And because he is the dyad, thou mayest yet understand in two ways. Of the first way,…
1898 · PDF PAGE 13
…id with sweat and tears and blood. IV. I crept, a stealthy, hungry soul, to grasp Its vast edge, to look out to the beyond ; To know. My eyes strained out, there was no bond, No continuity, no bridge to clasp, No pillars for the universe. Immond, Shapeless, unstayed, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing ! I was afraid. 1 3
1898 · PDF PAGE 99
The very graves yield up their dead, And high thrones shake ; Because my eyes still steadily behold, And dazzle not, nor shun the night, The foam-born lamp of beaten gold And secret might ; Because my forehead bears the sacred name, And my lips bear the brand Of Him whose heaven is one flame, Whose holy hand Gathers this earth, who built the vaults of space, Moulded the stars, and fixed the iron sea, Because His love lights through my face And all of me. Because my hand may fasten on the sword If my heart falter not, and smite Those lampless li…
1903 · PDF PAGE 51
… boot-button girl. Appal These words? Ah, would your spirit save her? She’s right just as she is: so wise You look through hardly-opened eyes One would believe you could do better. Ma foi! And is your God your debtor? So, my true love, I paint you three Portraits of women that love me.
1904 · PDF PAGE 85
SONNETS IN PRAISE OF A PUBLISHER IT. Egg of the Slime! Thy loose abortive lips Mouth hateful things: thy shifty bloodshot eyes Lurk craftily to snare some carrion prize, The dainty morsel whence the poison drips Unmarked : the maskéd infamy that slips Into an innocent maw: corrupter wise! Sly worm of hell! that close and cunning lies With sucking tentacles for finger-tips. Earth spits on thee, contagious Caliban! Hell spits on thee ; her sin is spiritual. Only the awful slime and excrement That sin sheds off will own thee for a man. Only the wo…
1912 · PDF PAGE 24
18 VI S1r PaLaMepE the Saracen The earth from murder hath released, Is hidden from the eyes of men. Sir Arthur sits again at feast. The holy order burns with zeal : Its fame revives from west to east. Now, following Fortune’s whirling wheel, There comes a dwarf to Arthur's hall, All cased in damascenéd steel. A sceptre and a golden ball He bears, and on his head a crown ; But on his shoulders drapes a pall Of velvet flowing sably down Above his vest of cramoisie. Now doth the king of high renown Demand him of his dignity. Whereat the dwarf begi…
1913 · PDF PAGE 7
… 2==co a tz = 3 g > > F ae. ov Give me death! Give me dan - cing! Give me wine! i . Te is 4 2 z. 2 p $f f. ra = 7 _——— i a=. = =e Bright eyes glan - cing Yours in mine! Kiss - es suck - ing $-— —_— re 5 s r ‘2 : TT e “5 ia . fai (2 2 i E Fe y he. 4 — —- Aes ie SS — | up my breath Give me pass -. ion! Give me deatht 2 9) — i — l 4 le ha be + t i f E qy Ws Con,
1906 · PDF PAGE 15
ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE 9 MY WIFE DIES. THE sun of love shone through my love’s deep eyes And made a rainbow of her tender tears, And on her cheeks I saw a blush arise When her lips opened to say, loverwise, ‘*T love”’—and light broke through the cloud of fears That hid her eyes. The storm of passion woke in her red lips, When first they clung to mine and rested there ; Lightnings of love were eager to eclipse That earlier sunshine, and her whole soul clips } My soul—I kissed out life within her hair Upon her lips. We parted lips from lips and s…
1907 · PDF PAGE 191
…hroats of anguish notes of triumph borrow At my loud strain’s unprofitable sound. For who are ye? Poor judges of the dead, In your stern eyes the sadness is mine own, Mingled with sense that all your forces dread Are vain to take the spirit from one stone. I would have called to ye in wild strong joy; ** Arise, O Lords of Justice, and be girt With lightnings, and be ardent to destroy This Fool’s creation and to heal its hurt !’? Ye are vain, But yet the damned With swift annihilation Alas! poor powers ! rejoice Hearing the splendour, prophet in…
1905 · PDF PAGE 107
…rth, Ten thousand loves that laughed a little while. No; for one woman did not laugh, too wise ! But came so close, and looked within my eyes So deeply that I saw not anything. Only her eyes grew, as a purple ring Shielding the sun. They grew; they uttered lies— They fascinate and cleave to me and cling. Then in their uttermost profound I saw The veil of Love’s unalterable law Lifted, and in the shadow far behind Dim and divine, within the shadow blind My own love’s face most amorously draw Out of the deep toward my cloudy mind. O suddenly I fe…
1913 · PDF PAGE 560
…lize myself with the sight of the eternal truth. Let there be light! and there is light. Light, eternal as God, begins every day for all eyes that are open to see it. Truth will be eternally the invention and the creation of genius; it cries: Let there be light! and genius itself is, because light is. Genius is immortal because it understands that light is eternal. Genius contemplates truth as its work because it is the victor of light, and immortality is the triumph of light because it will be the recompense and crown of genius. But all spirit…
1913 · PDF PAGE 560
…lize myself with the sight of the eternal truth. Let there be light! and there is light. Light, eternal as God, begins every day for all eyes that are open to see it. Truth will be eternally the invention and the creation of genius; it cries: Let there be light! and genius itself is, because light is. Genius is immortal because it understands that light is eternal. Genius contemplates truth as its work because it is the victor of light, and immortality is the triumph of light because it will be the recompense and crown of genius. But all spirit…
1902 · PDF PAGE 54
…joy, Barred from thy kiss. Tannhauser. Call not thyself again Goddess. I saw thee in the Presence there. The scales are fallen, and mine eyes see clear. Venus. Then you would leave me ? Serpent if I were, My coils should press in dolorous delight Thy straining bosom, and my kiss were death ! Death ! Dost thou live, Tannhauser .'' Sayest thou still : " None but the dead can know the worth of love ! " ? 52
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
Seven petals that slaughter The menace of Dis, Come forth! I invoke thee, O rainbow, thou maid of the myriad eyes ! THE RAINBOW In multiple measure The flowers of us fold The scarlet and azure And olive and gold, Hyperion his treasure Of light that is rolled In music and pleasure Unheard and untold. We are kisses of light and of tears, love’s triumph on . fear. We obey: I am here! ORPHEUS Dim lights shed around me In many a form Like lovers surround me :— O tender and warm ! They hunt me, they hound me; They struggle and swarm— Come forth! I in…
1913 · PDF PAGE 109
Dermot Freyer . * THE BUCCANEER . CIVE me the nectar of your lips, - The bales of splendour in your eyes , And I will leave the deep -sea ships Their meaner merchandise . Give me the red gold of your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not …
1913 · PDF PAGE 118
…knew His weakness called me to be strong ; I knew that I must travel where He trod ; And that , although the path be hard and long , His eyes would pierce me yet , alive with song . It has been so: and never did I doubt His word that lakeside morning by the fire ; First battle ; then the song of them that shout ! Go quickly , lad ; they come to lead me out . 99
1928 · PDF PAGE 9
XXIV. PLANS XXV. BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY XXVI. POOR FOLKS EYES XXVII. AN HEROIC DEATH XXVIII. BASE COINAGE XXIX. THE GENEROUS GAMESTER XXX. THE ROPE XXXI. THE JOYS OF THE SOUL XXXII. THE THYRSUS XXXIII. INTOXICATE YOURSELF! XXXIV. ALREADY! XXXV. WINDOWS XXXVI. THE DESIRE OF PAINTING XXXVII. THE MOONS GIFTS XXXVIII. WHISH IS THE TRUE ONE? XXXIX. THOROUGHBRED XL. THE MIRROR XLI. THE HARBOUR XLII. PORTRAITS OF MISTRESSES XLIII. THE POLITE GUNNER XLIV. THE SOUP AND CLOUDS XLV. THE CEMETERY AND THE SHOOTING GALLERY XLVI. A LOST HALO XLVII. MISS BISTOURI…
1912 · PDF PAGE 109
DOCTOR BOB of the drawn faces, and the ghastly stare into the eyes of Death! Think of their ears strained if perhaps they may hear his stealthy tread l Their tongues licking their parched lips—oh, is there no hope? Then, at least, is there no mercy? Dr. F. I should be inclined to deceive them nearly always I’m sending him a girl this afternoon. Hang it! I must have his opinion, and yet Ι hesitated—long—over the wisdom of the course I was taking. She hasn’t any idea of how seriously ill she is; the shock might kill her. I begged him in my note t…