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…s just perished in awful agony. Having suffered for twenty years from a hideous and incu- rable disease, she brought matters to a climax last night by falling into a barrel of boiling sulphuric acid. SIR HERPES Z. How so ? SIR GRABSON J. It was her bath-night. SIR HERPES Z. An ! enamel ! But why did it hurt her ? SIR GRABSON J. (Impressively.) It is the finger of God !
…the Goodly Gift of Grace! There is a white cave by the sea Wherein the knight is hid away. Just ere the night falls, spieth he The sun’s last shaft flicker astray. All day is dark. There, there he mourns His wasted years, his purpose faint. A million whips, a million scorns Make the knight flinch, and stain the saint. For now! what hath he left? He feeds On limpets and wild roots. What odds? There is no need a mortal needs Who hath loosed man’s hope to grasp at God's! How his head swims! At night what stirs Above the faint wash of the tide, And…
…e my pleasure, never guessed that pain Was worth the holding—now, my life is weeping Itself away, those agonies to gain Which are my one last hope, that by some cross Eld may avenge youth’s loss ! Yet still youth burns ! The hours its pleasure wasted Compel their bitter memories to grow sweet ; Like some warm-perfumed poison if I tasted, Felt its fierce savour pulse, and burn, and beat, Yet in my veins its sleepy fire might bring Strange dreams of some sweet thing. Half a regret and half a shuddering terror, The past lies desolate and yet is he…
…love, to the song of the brook, its murmurs and cadences, trills and low chords ; Hark to its silence, that prelude of wonder ringing at last like the clamour of swords That clash like the wrath of the warring of lords.
… ov Swpuwv epg. —ALSCH., Fr. Niobe. AREWELL! O Light of Day, O torch of Althzean! ‘The strange fruits lure me of Persephone; I raise the last, the memorable pzean, Storm-throated, mouthed as the cave-rolling sea; I lift the cup: deep draughts of blue Lethean! My wine to me. O lamentable season of Apollo, When swoops his glory to the golden wave! As all his children, so their lord shall follow ; The flower he slew, the maiden he would save, As Itylus, light woven, tuned! Oh swallow, Bewail their grave! The gracious breast of Artemis may light me…
…unset’s garlic to the midnight’s rose, The red whore’s writhings, clutches swift to close On this worn limb, exact the woman-debt To the last mite, the cold grey glutinous sweat — These things, I say, assailed me, bade me pause Praising the goodness of the great First Cause. JOHN Yet all we know His vast benevolence. ISSA Thou hast religion, but no common sense. The cud of wisdom is not duly chewed When whoredom’s whittled with a platitude.
…sh and wheel the press athrough, The weight, the murder, overwhelm One, two, and all. Nor silence knew His empire till Sir Palamede (The last) upon his fairy steed Struck down his brother; then at once Fell silence on the bloody mead, 59
…of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know— then! But now—I only write mechanically. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. ESME. | Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we? [They kneel, with arms intertwined, at the open window, and bow their heads silently. Vaughan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at dinner. Enter Butler. BUTLER. F you please, sir, a gentleman has called; he says he must see you at once. ; VAUGHAN. Have you t…
…rd and shield, My brows with mingled blood were red ; And on my cheek the kiss of hell, The hatred of my Jezebel. I waited many days. At last The rushing of a chariot grew Frightful through all the city vast, Men were afraid. But I—I knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies ; I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning with old infamies. On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul for Jezebel. I followed him afoot, afire ; Beneath her…
…ning kiss With only God to view it. IV Hush ! Across the stair. How its creak is thunder ! Now care ! now dare ! be ware ! Orsaved ! at last Im there, Drowned in your torrent hair, A flame, a waif, a wonder. A lioness in her lair Your body leaps from under. V Take the prize on trust ! Dare the course and run it ! Sweet knight, you win the just, Your thrust ! a gust of lust ! Ah, God, then, if you must Wordless still, weve won it ! Tall Troy is in the dust ! Weve done it, done it, done it ! VI Do you love me, dear ? Said the glance you d…
…light and mercilessly revealed. A witty, pungent, and entirely orginal book. DANDELION DAYS Henry Williamson This is the tale of a boy’s last terms at a public school, a very sensitive, unusual boy, and it is in a sense a sequel to The Beautiful Years. It is the work of a very clever young writer whose nature essays have attracted the widest attention here and in America, and is utterly unlike the usual “school story.” It is a subtle and beautifully written study of character.
ENGLAND, STAND FAST! England, stand fast! Stand fast against the foe! They struck the first blow: we shall strike the last. Peace at the price of Freedom? We say No. England, stand fast! The earth hurls thunderbolts; the sea spurts death; The skies drop murder; hell itself aghast Answer, with steady eye and easy breath! England, stand fast! England, the centuries have not sent thee shame. Tamer of tyrants, from thy purple past Thy heroes call thee, from their heaven of fame: England, stand fast! England, resistless as the gales that sweep Thy s…
…ddha forth hath the True Disciple shone. Desunt cetera. [The reader will kindly note such important changes of metre as occur in the two last verses of Chapter I. and elsewhere. The careless might suppose that these do not scan ; they do, following directly or by analogy a similar change in the Pali.—R. P. L.]
ENGLAND, STAND FAST! England, stand fast! Stand fast against the foe! They struck the first blow: we shall strike the last. Peace at the price of Freedom? We say No. England, stand fast! The earth hurls thunderbolts; the sea spurts death; The skies drop murder; hell itself aghast Answer, with steady eye and easy breath! England, stand fast! England, the centuries have not sent thee shame. Tamer of tyrants, from thy purple past Thy heroes call thee, from their heaven of fame: England, stand fast! England, resistless as the gales that sweep Thy s…
… dying? Be kind to her always, moon, when Iam gone beyond you ! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little to do. Kiss me the last time! (good-bye, my dear friends. I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. Kiss me, Esmé, quickly. I feel the voice of God come hke a shudder in my blood ; T must go to Him. Esmé! Esmé! Esmé! To am so happy ! [Dres. [smi fines herselfpasstonately on o the body, weeping and kisstug the dead face. Crrlain. SCENE IV. The next morning. Esm® in bed asleep. Enter VAUGHAN. VAUGHAN. Poor child, poor chil…
…ill had come to me, might have done the whole trick. But I did not persist when I found out how to do it by fascination. (Here we are at last!) Roughly, this is how to do it. If one is concentrated to the point when what you are thinking of is the only reality in the Universe, when you lose all awareness of who and where you are and what you are doing, it seems as though that unconsciousness were in some way contagious. The people around you just can't see anybody. At one time, in Sicily, this happened nearly every day. Our party, strolling dow…
…of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know— then! But now—I only write mechanically. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. ESME. | Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we? [They kneel, with arms intertwined, at the open window, and bow their heads silently. Vaughan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at dinner. Enter Butler. BUTLER. F you please, sir, a gentleman has called; he says he must see you at once. ; VAUGHAN. Have you t…
…! Ha! Ha! Ha! Crrospa. What did Inotdo? All! RupuHa. Tell ! Tell ! "Tis a spell. Criospa. I will tell all. O sea, swallow me up With the last word ! RupHA. It obeys? No! No! Ho! Ho! Criospa. Thou sinister one! Thy rite I duly did That drugged (and dancing with delight thereof The maiden’s mind) the maiden’s body prone Lay on her altar. Then she gave consent, And I smote once. RupHa. Ha! Ha! What came then? Criospa. I tore out her heart, And held its flame aloft. The blackening blood Gushed on my arms—and then— RupHA. Ho! Ho! Criospa. With red l…
…t there be music, and Rome burn ‘Then you may climb to be aware How well you serve my idle turn, Yet to yourself avail. There too Lies a last doubtful chance for you. Behold who dare! (Ay, you are fain!) Purblind with prejudice? No vision, Palsied with passion? Sight in vain. ‘Stupid with sense of self? Division, Picture, not model? Then you win, T painted soul, who saw your skin -— Be soul! That saves you. If you fail, ‘Why, then, you fail! Enough of this—
…sion. Here, she, being the heroine of our tale, passes out of it. They are very happy. Man and woman. The complete being. May their love last longer than the bee’s! GeEoRGE RAFFALOVICH. 35