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…am silent. CHORUS. He lies as one lies dead; none wakens him. Nor life nor death must touch him now: beware! ELEAZAR. Beware now, all ye old wise men, of this. For high things spoken and unjustly heard, Or heard and turned aside, are fruitless words, Or bear a blossom evil and abhorred, Lest God be mocked : consider well of this.
…eak, Jephthah, speak! What ill has fallen? Speak! [Szlence. After a little the Chorus of Maidens understand, and break into watling. The old men gradually understand, and fill the atr with incoherent lamentations. BehindJephthah the soldiers, with white lips, have assumed their military formation, and stand at atten- tion by a visible effort of self-control.
The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deeds undared his sceptre, sword, and globe. Keep us, O Mary maid, What time the King-Ghost goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattli…
…ck to me one morning when I received this bill, ‘Teactarmne Abort, “WGCUMBOB.LONOONTM TeLernon N° 388%, CERRO J W BENSON, Lt JEWELLERS, GOLDSMITHS, SILVERSMITHS AND WATCH & CLOCK MAKERS. 25.OLD BOND St (Steam Factortes Luooate Hive.) RES 21 Warwick fork, - (odlitob. altars. 1H: filed bho te pide shendart> — F fo- 2b Z g fo - for I had a very clear impression in my mind that the contract was for £5. 311
78 XXX STARRED is the blackness of the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still…
…ck to me one morning when I received this bill, ‘Teactarmne Abort, “WGCUMBOB.LONOONTM TeLernon N° 388%, CERRO J W BENSON, Lt JEWELLERS, GOLDSMITHS, SILVERSMITHS AND WATCH & CLOCK MAKERS. 25.OLD BOND St (Steam Factortes Luooate Hive.) RES 21 Warwick fork, - (odlitob. altars. 1H: filed bho te pide shendart> — F fo- 2b Z g fo - for I had a very clear impression in my mind that the contract was for £5. 311
78 XXX STARRED is the blackness of the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still…
78 KONX OM PAX Old spider waiting with thy web aspin Till all Granada thou hast gathered inl The blood of bulls and goats would satisfy Of old the hellish thirst of the Most High. Well—at the worst Jehovah’s altars smoke And hiss with flesh of his own favoured folk. But Thou, O Christ, dost glut thy lust refined Upon the ravaged souls of all mankind. An excellent photograph, said the big man. My own words just now were as strong, I think. Yet the one answer answers all. Arthur Gray broke in. You should hear the whole story, he said. Look at the i…
14 The Diary of a Drug Fiend about with freaks. I suppose it is on the same principle as the old kings used to keep fools and dwarfs to amuse them. ‘‘Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, some have greatness thrust upon them.” But whichever way it is, the burden is usually too heavy for their shoulders. You remember Frank Harris's story of the Ugly Duckling? If you don’t, you’d better get busy and do it. That’s really what’s so frightful in flying—the fear of oneself, the feeling that one has got out of one’s class, that all the old …
…n (by the son of herself and the LEPER). THE LEPER, her divorced husband. THE KING OF SYRIA. AMENHATEP, High Priest. Chorus of Priests. Soldiers of Egypt. Syrian Troops. PACHAD. HY is thy back made stiff, unrighteous priest, ! Thy knee reluctant? Thine old eyes, grown blind, Stare into silence, and behold no god Longer. Thy forehead knows no reverence Nor sign of worship. Or sits mutiny Blasphemous on thy brows? For in thine eyes
… your help He needed, to a currish yelp. Nowso the wheel of Fortune whirls ! Your kindly love for little girls And ardour for the fine old faith Makes all that past a wisp, a wraith. You patronise our Sunday schools, Pronounce on Grammars darkest rules, Rebuke bad taste, irreverence, Heresy, humbug, and pretence. Your tepid verses come like boons To cheer Suburban afternoons ; While Asquith, were he only wise, Would bid a Board of Morals rise ; Sure no one like yourself can be Past-Master in Virginity. Stay ! if so well you play the rôles, W…
FRANCES CORNFORD . AUTUMN EVENING . THE shadows flickering , the daylight dying , And I upon the old red sofa lying , The great brown shadows leaping up the wall , The sparrows twittering ; and that is all . I thought to send my soul to far - off lands , Where fairies scamper on the wind - swept sands , Or where the autumn rain comes drumming down On huddled roofs in an enchanted town . But , O my sleepy soul , it will not roam , It is too happy and too warm at home ; With just the shadows leaping up the wall , The sparrows twittering ; and tha…
494 My best essay was "The Green Goddess" written in the old Absinthe House itself, and adorning its main theme the philosophical reflections suggested by absinthe with descriptions of the inn, its guests, and the city. From New Orleans I went to stay with my cousin Lawrence Bishop on his orange and grapefruit plantation in Florida. I shall describe elsewhere the spiritual abyss in which these lost souls were plunged. I cannot think of Florida, but in my ears rings the exceeding bitter cry of poor little sixteen-year-old Alma, "I've found it do…
…like Wellington’s; the mouth was thin and tense; the skin was fresh and rosy. He had not developed even the tiniest wrinkle. He kept the old uneasy nervous movement which had been so singular in him as a boy. One would have said that he was constantly on the alert, expecting something to happen, and yet the last thing that any one could have said about him was that he was ill at ease. He possessed superb confidence. Before I had finished recognising him, he had shaken hands with me and was prattling about the old days. “T hear you’re Sir Peter …
…e a lure, and life a treasure) As a thousand thrushes passion Throbbed it from a thousand throats, In the wild Hesperian garden, in the old Danaic fashion. Bard of Fate, thy song is ended : Splendid it began and splendid
46 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. “ La cour d’appel de la volonté de l’homme— C’est le ventre ! ”—Old proverb. The worst of meals is that we have to meet. They trick my purpose and evade my will, Remind my conscience that I love her still, And pull my spirit from its lofty seat. For I withdraw myself : my stealthy feet Seek half-ashamed the alembic which I fill To the epic-mark—one sonnet to distil, In this poor miracle—my love to cheat. Dinner clangs cheerily from my lady’s gong. A man must eat in intervals of song ! Swift feet run back to hide my hate o…
…nced to listen While these remarks were being made. His mischief-loving eyeballs glisten. He touched the man, and said : Priapus is an old curmudgeon ! Go not in dudgeon !
…AE. Here, then, lives the pretty piece of goods Angela wrote me of. (Molly appears at doorway.) Ah ! my pretty lass, can you give a poor old man a glass of milk ? MOLLY. Yes, sir, I will fetch you one. Pray you, set you down awhile. (He sits down. She goes.) GLENSTRAE. Ugh ! Ugh ! This rheumatism at me again. I wish I had left the business to Arthur. — But there, there, one never knows. (Molly comes in with the milk.) There, there ! what have you been crying for ? MOLLY. O sir ! GLENSTRAE. I am the Marquis of Glenstrae, my pretty wench. If my n…
… the brain, Deep lights beyond heaven unsought, Dead faces seen dimly in rain ; From the depths of Mind’s caverns, the fire Reclaims the old magical lyre; The ways of creation are nought, If only, O mother, O Muse, I may measure Thy melodies in me again ! How wayward, how feeble the child Three watched from the stars at his birth ; Erato the fierce and the mild ; Polymnia grave ; and the girth Broad-girdled of gold and desire, Melpomene’s terrible lyre, That lifts up her life in the wild, The star-piercing pzan, and floats in mid-ether, and sin…
…-wound in his side Wherein I smote the Crucified ! Come, night ! dip, shadows ! Only let One incense-flame burn red and low, Regild the golden coronet, Gleam on her nude lewd hips, and glow On hours of weariless desire, A bastard and infernal fire. Smite me, my fiend-fair whore, nor spare My raging hips, but wake again The old desires ere I’m aware, Joy more intense from cruel pain : They say he hoped his crown to fix By his delirious crucifix. Yes, spare me not, red-lipped, low browed, Large-featured animal I love :