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Page 20 of 871904 · PDF PAGE 95
…LD FESTUS KELLY 83 By the ravenous teeth that have bitten Through the salad of lobster and cheese; By the silliest lines I have written (Though none are as silly as these) ; By remarks I have made that were rude-io! By the epigrams cruel and tart, We beseech thee respond from thy studio, Apostle of Art! On canvas by paints never covered, Nor wet with the washing of turps ; On blocks where thy pen never hovered, Nor pencil that crumbles and chirps. (My fingers with ink are so inky, I want to give vent to a phrase, That would shock even Wee Willi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 98
The coral and annihilated land, Or though the swarthy hand Or foot misshapen of the Hephaestian, (Hating the air-breathing man, In such sweet love as dwells, above all other places Here, in our hearts and faces, Nature’s and man’s) if his coarse hand or foot, The implacable forceful brute, Shifted towards the bellows, and one blast Blew thorough all the air aghast And in one vast Titanic war, Almighty avenging roar, Oahu flung skywards blown in dust—and was no more— Even then immortal stands This loveliest of all lands, Lovelier even than they …
1903 · PDF PAGE 18
…ay say so, in the octet: an equally clear apodosis in the sestet. To use it for narrative is absurd. A series of sonnets for a series of thoughts indeed is right. Rossetti’s “ House of Life ” is the best example of perfection in this art. He knows this well indeed, and achieves superb results now and then. The title sonnet, the 3rd, 4th, 11th, and some others are fine examples of this, though even here is a reference to the facts, a fatal fault in such jewel-work as a sonnet should be, and approaching the abyss of didacticism. Again, he is fata…
1907 · PDF PAGE 14
… in the dream of you, my starry sweet, It is my earth I lose six times in seven. I have the Freedom of the City of Heaven ; But strange (though fair) are all the stars I meet. The dull familiar and the homely drear Are lost for ever. Being asleep, I fear. Wake ! Let me cut the cable of my mind ! My harbour lies before, and not behind. Dreams are all lies ; those jetty shadows lie When the full moon doth crown the midnight sky. But shadows image truth, and dreams come true, For when I wake my arms are full of you. 9 A B
1910 · PDF PAGE 26
…nd Samadhic con- sciousness, or, as the Buddhists assert, that there is a long series of intervening states invariable and well-defined, though perhaps this may sometimes be so. Nor is the appearance of the “ Dweller ” a sure earnest of success : on the contrary, many (even most) will fail to pass this terrible barrier. 6. Crede experto ? Ed.
1909 · PDF PAGE 26
… easy to you the abstruction from the ill- ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, 0 pro- phet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger and trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire and blood; worship me with swords and with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, 0 warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat! 12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child. Ι 3. But not now. I4. Ye shall see that …
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
…pulse that makes my forehead swell. You see me walk in clubs, not cloisters ; Eat not ambrosia, but oysters. Nor shall it all avail you, though You eat your heart for lust to know, To watch these sparks of verse I throw Cold ere they flame ! For they attest The anvils ring, the hammers zest, The white-hot rage of steel, that is My soul exulting in Gods kiss The hammer, and the anvil life. . . . . . . . . . . Go, and explain it to your wife !
1928 · PDF PAGE 117
… have in their sashes; oh, but it is beautiful! The la- dies are much lovelier and taller than the ones that come to see us at home, and though they look terrible with their big hollow eyes and flaming cheeks, you cannot help loving them; you are afraid, you want to cry, and yet all the time you are happy. . . . And then, funnier
1899 · PDF PAGE 165
…r Lament aloud over the frosted moor. Sad am I, sad, albeit sure There is no change of God above And no abatement of our love. For still though thou be gone, I see In the glad mirror secretly That I am beautiful in thee, Thy love irradiates my eyes, _ Tints my skin gold, and melodies Of music run over my face; Smiles envy kisses in the race To bathe beneath my eyelids. Light Clothes me and circles with the might Of warmer rosier suns. Thy kiss Dwells on my bosom, and it is A glittering mount of fire, that burns Incense unnamed to heaven, and ye…
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
…the one man among the latter men Who lived with Nature, saw her face to face, And died not: here in this consummate place, Immortal now, though the Antarctic sent Its mightiest coldest wave and rose and rent 98
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
… pose, the inscrutable, wan smile, On every lip alike. Time hath not had his will to strike At them ; they abide, they pass through all. Though their most ancient names may fall, They stir not nor are weary of Life, for with them, even as with us, Life is but Love. They know, we know ; let, then, the writing go ! That, in the very truth, we do not know. It may be in the centuries of our life Since we were man and wife There stirs some incarnation of that love. Some rosebud in the garden of spices blows, Some offshoot from the Rose Of the World,…
1926 · PDF PAGE 25
… easy to you the abstruction from the ill- ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, 0 pro- phet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger and trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire and blood; worship me with swords and with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, 0 warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat! 12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child. Ι 3. But not now. I4. Ye shall see that …
1904 · PDF PAGE 103
…d impressive behaviour Of thy stallion aquiline nose ! O eyes not of lust but of languor ! O lips not of flesh but of paint ! Bite hard, though of course not in anger, O, Stephane, saint ! When the stars of the heaven arc bust up, And the earth tails away from the sun ; Thou wilt still be as ready to thrust up Thy penis, till penes are done : And the boys that come northward from Naples Together shall cling and to thee. If ye cannot ape heaven, ye can ape hells. And so can the sea. O foolish and hideous hucksters That linger by bubbie and quim …
1905 · PDF PAGE 161
…Far from my quest, assuredly to fall Sideways each step towards the House of Wrong, “ Were but one choice demented. Choice is small Here though. (A flash of insight in his mind) Which of these three gets answer to its call ? “ Yon shallop ?—leave to Galahad ! Resigned Yon hermit to be welcome Lancelot ! For me—the inn—what fate am I to find ? “ Who cares ? Shall I seek ever—do ye wot ?— But in the outré, the obscure, the occult ? My Master is of might to lift me what “ Hangs, veil of glamour, on my ‘ Quisque vult,’ The morion’s motto : to exhau…
1907 · PDF PAGE 122
…fed around the Adept (who lay low). He searched his luggage for his halo. He asked him frequently to dine Forgetting purposely the wine (Though the arcana of Nibbana Ignore the very name of Cana). He could not pass a herd of swine Without a hint; in fact, in fine, He took His Silence as a sign: “This is an Enemy of mine ! "
1909 · PDF PAGE 17
…at. So argue my friends, not distributing the middle term. But thus argue I. All boots are illusions. All hats are illusions. Therefore (though it is not a syllogism), all boots and hats are illusions. Tadd: To the man in Kether no illusions matter. Therefore: To the man in Kether neither boots nor hats matter. In fact, the man in Kether is out of all relation to these boots and hats. 125
1910 · PDF PAGE 21
…central and volcanic fire, The inmost Force, nor, like a glittering army Send forth its scouts to encroach Upon our citadel desire. Ay ! though these flaming sentences Eat like strong acid in my vitals, char me, Blast me like lightning, smash me like black seas Towering above the lofty ship Whose masts did menace to the skies, They are but plaisters of cool leaves that dip In pleasant water to the white-hot wise Terrible flames of hell that would devour me, Did not the raptures of thy love embower me In meads Elysian, fields of foamless fire, N…
1898 · PDF PAGE 61
…Sheol, terrible Above all fiends and furies, hating more The high Jehovah, loving Baal Peor, Our father and our lover and our god ! Yea, though he lift his adamantine rod And pierce us through, how shall his anger tame Fire that glows fiercer for the brand of shame Thrust in it ; so, we who are all of fire, One dull red flare of devilish desire, The God of Israel shall not quench with tears, Nor blood of martyrs drawn from myriad spheres, Nor watery blood of Christ ; that blood shall boil With all the fury of our hellish toil ; His veins shall …
1909 · PDF PAGE 401
… AND PRISM: THE TENNYSON CENTENARY Tue judicious may possibly wonder why one should dig so deep into the tumulus of oblivion to: rescue (though but for execration) the bones of so very dead a dog as Alfred Tennyson. But the truth is not so near the surface. He can hardly be called dead who never lived; and a trodden worm writhes longer than a felled ox. So therefore Tennyson succumbed to contempt, not to hatred; men twitched their robes away from the contamination of the unclean thing—there was no fight, no bloodshed. Now therefore the smirking…
1909 · PDF PAGE 401
… AND PRISM: THE TENNYSON CENTENARY Tue judicious may possibly wonder why one should dig so deep into the tumulus of oblivion to: rescue (though but for execration) the bones of so very dead a dog as Alfred Tennyson. But the truth is not so near the surface. He can hardly be called dead who never lived; and a trodden worm writhes longer than a felled ox. So therefore Tennyson succumbed to contempt, not to hatred; men twitched their robes away from the contamination of the unclean thing—there was no fight, no bloodshed. Now therefore the smirking…