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Page 21 of 781899 · PDF PAGE 80
… myself away Behind yon bushes, to behold the plot Bud to fulfilment. Then, Leviathan, I am thy master. Mockery of a God That seest this thing prosper—Ha! thine altar! Let me give thanks, Jehovah! O thou God That rulest Israel as sheep and slaves, But over me no ruler; thou proud God - That marshallest these petty thunder-clouds That blacken over the inane abyss But canst not tame one fierce desire of mine, Nor satiate my hatred, nor destroy This power of mine over thy devil-brood, The hatchment of thine incest, O thou God Who knowest me, me, m…
1911 · PDF PAGE 58
50 THE EQUINOX In the fields all faery with flowers there lay The placid cows—that had nothing to say, Jeanne, No flame of words from maddening blood, But complacent chewing of the cud. I dared not whisper the sudden fear Of my heart in your miracle of an ear, Jeanne! I tightened my lips, and my hand on yours; So that you might think I loved you more. But now in the midnight the thought endures, And the love—ah what is the dream we adore? Suppose the infinite peace of the heart, Jeanne, The crest and crown of labour and art, Of the mystic quest, of…
1911 · PDF PAGE 58
50 THE EQUINOX In the fields all faery with flowers there lay The placid cows—that had nothing to say, Jeanne, No flame of words from maddening blood, But complacent chewing of the cud. I dared not whisper the sudden fear Of my heart in your miracle of an ear, Jeanne! I tightened my lips, and my hand on yours; So that you might think I loved you more. But now in the midnight the thought endures, And the love—ah what is the dream we adore? Suppose the infinite peace of the heart, Jeanne, The crest and crown of labour and art, Of the mystic quest, of…
1928 · PDF PAGE 169
…ure germ of an idea superior to all the motherly formulas whose dictionary I had been skim- ming. But it was only the idea of an idea; a thing infinitely vague. So, feeling very thirsty I went out, for the passion for reading bad books begets a propor-
1907 · PDF PAGE 26
… me on his horse, and l clung to his neck as we galloped into the night. Then he told me he would take me to his Palace and show me everything, and one day when we were married I should be mistress of it all. Then I wanted to be married to him at once, and then I saw it couldn’t be, because I was so sleepy and had bad dreams, and one can’t be a good wife if one is always doing that sort of thing. But he said I would be older one day, and not sleep so much, and every one slept a little, but the great thing was not to be lazy and contented with t…
1929 · PDF PAGE 236
…te all mutilation, he recognized more than that: he recognized the carcass. This carrion had once been Douglas. Cyril Grey did a strange thing, a thing he had not done for many years: he broke into a strong sobbing. "I know now," he murmured, "that Simon Iff is right. The Way of the Tao!
1929 · PDF PAGE 42
…y have never been settled. The problem of the origin of evil, alone, has quite baffled Theology. "Science advances; we now find that all things are subject to law. There is no need of any mysterious creator, in the old sense; we look for causes in the same order of nature as the effects they produce. We no lounger propitiate ghosts to keep our fires alight. "Now, at last, I and a few others are asking whether the whole universe be not illusion, in exactly the same way as a true surface is an illusion. "Perhaps the universe is a four-dimensional…
1899 · PDF PAGE 66
…sorrow wore the form of man. So to the hut on writing coils he ran With angry head erect, and passed within Its rotten doorway. Then the thing of Sin That mocked the name of woman fondled him,
1905 · PDF PAGE 145
…hasm asunder ? Whose voice reverberates in thunder Muttering what curse? The sun dissolves In anguish; the mad moon revolves Like a wild thing about its cage ; The stars are shaken in the rage Of—who but Zeus? Before our gaze, (My love’s in shuddering amaze, Of birth deceived and death forlorn, And mine in anger, ay! and scorn !) He stood—the mighty One! So earth And heaven proclaimed that fearful birth: So they grew silent lest he curse. Dead silence hushed the universe; And then in clear calm tones he spoke: “Fools! who have meddled, and awok…
1912 · PDF PAGE 152
…us make Man in Our own image ; and let them have dominion over the Fish of the Sea and over the Fowl of the Air; and over every creeping thing that 110
1912 · PDF PAGE 152
…us make Man in Our own image ; and let them have dominion over the Fish of the Sea and over the Fowl of the Air; and over every creeping thing that 110
1913 · PDF PAGE 117
… T, manhood, the sign of the cross or phallus. UT, the Holy Guardian Angel; UT, the first syllable of Udgita, see the Upanishads. O, No- thing, or Nuit. IIIf
1929 · PDF PAGE 206
In her earth-life, too, she became more obviously ill-tempered; and, as to a woman of her type revenge only means one thing, she amused the garrison exceedingly by attempting flirtations. The rule of the Profess-House happened to include the virtue of chastity, which is an active and positive thing, a passion, not that mere colourless abstinence and stagnation which passes in Puritan countries by that [289] name, breeds more wickedness than all the vice on the planet, and, at the best, is shared by clinkers. She was clever enough to see in a fe…
1929 · PDF PAGE 20
…t letter he ever received from me admitted (if a little grudgingly) that his mind was so distorted that he had really no idea how vile a thing he was. I think this must have stirred his sense of shame. At least, I never received any answer. I suppose that the household at Thistle Grove was as representative of one part of England as could possibly have been imagined. It was nondescript. It was neither upper nor lower middle-class. It had not sufficient individuality even to belong to a category. My grandmother was a particularly charming old la…
1928 · PDF PAGE 32
X ONE OCLOCK IN THE MORNING AT last alone. One hears no more of any- thing but the wheels of some belated and ex- hausted cabs. For some hours we shall be lords of silence, if not rest. At last the tyranny of the human countenance disappears, and I shall not suffer except from myself. At last! it is then allowed me to take mine ease in a bath of shadows. First let me double- lock the door. It seems to me that this turning of the key will intensify my solitude and strengthen the barricades that separate me from the world. Horrible life; horribl…
1929 · PDF PAGE 405
… was a disheartening success. The affair, however, made a great noise in the newspapers, both in France and in England, and the funniest thing about it was {645} that Epstein himself, the one person above all others who should have been gratified, one would have supposed, took my action in rather bad part. I have always found Epstein's psychology very puzzling. He is a German Jew, born in the lower East Side of New York City, and his genius, like Rodin's, is purely natural. His conscious ideas are out of keeping with it and destroy it whenever …
1901 · PDF PAGE 78
64 THE FATAL FORCE Give me that spear. [Aszde.] That royalty’s own hand Should send this thing to his long misery! [Taking a spear, he runs through the soldier. The KING OF SYRIA, attended, enters. KING OF SYRIA. Your armies beaten back before my face, Your weapons broken, I am come to take The crown from her pale brows that sitteth there. THE LEPER. The Queen is dead: I am the King of Egypt. To-day I saved the house from its own shame By strange ways: I will strike one blow to save The land from its invaders. In the name Of all our gods, I her…
1907 · PDF PAGE 69
…verted is the white wine poured, Stay, O thou vivid sword : Of soul, and cease, and be not! Through all eternity Let me be not, and this thing be! Unto me XV. O THE deep wells and springs of tears ! G the intenser rays of blue, I'leeting through gray unaltering spheres, Like skies beholden through the dew ! O pearls of light ! O sombre meres Wherein a waterwitch is hid, And chants of sunset rise unbid, Your eyes, youreyes ! They read me through, Sphinx ; and your soul, the Pyramid, 3urns upward, and I warship you. 2. But had I moulded beauty’s …
1903 · PDF PAGE 22
… affair as it is possible to imagine. Of the bad taste of the whole poem nobody can have any doubt, with its ruthless analysis of every- thing, its frank and brutal physiology, its mean and sordid outlook—all these contrasting with glimpses all too rare of exquisite synthesis, delicacy of feeling almost extreme, and a large and noble view of the universe. He seems to love to play off one against the other, and the result is a perpetual jarring : stimulus of thought, perhaps allowable, xix
1910 · PDF PAGE 13
…te loss is infinite loss, That tears are trivial, tears are happiness, That this blind ache is God’s last punishment For love ; that all things in that one thing shent Are damned, that had I loved her less I could have prated in some honeyed strain. Taking a subtle pleasure in my pain. It is my bulk, the mass of my intent, That makes the ruin abject. I had sung Some partial earthquake ; here the universe Crashes with one great curse, Whelming the singer and the song. My tongue Is palsied ; only this chaotic clash Of curses echoes the dire crash…