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Page 21 of 771922 · PDF PAGE 69
Au Pays de Cocaine 55 _Now I don’t want you to think that that white silk packet was very big. Lou stooped over the table, her long thin tongue shot out of her mouth like an ant-eater in the Dictionary of National Biography or whatever it is, and twiddled it round in that snow till I nearly went out of my mind. I laughed like a hyena, to think of what she’d said tome. “ Your kiss is bitter with cocaine.” That chap Swinburne was always talking about bitter kisses. What did he know, poor old boy? Until you’ve got your mouth full of cocaine, you d…
1954 · PDF PAGE 119
…e today that Physical Science is at last penetrating to the spiritual basis of material phenomena. The work of Henry Poincare, Einstein, Whitehead, and Bertrand Russell is sufficient evidence of this fact. Christianity, too, has fallen into a lower degree of contempt than ever. Realising that it was moribund, it made a supreme and suicidal effort, and plunged into the death-spasm of the First World War. It was too far corrupt to react to the injections of the White formula which might have saved it. We see today that Christianity is more bigote…
1902 · PDF PAGE 56
…tasted once of this In its own lesser way. Ten years ago I loved a maiden called Elizabeth. A child she was, so delicate and frail, Far, white, and lonely as the coldest star Set beyond gaze of any eye but God's ; And, to forget her, found due somnolence In such a warm brown bosom as thine own 54
1898 · PDF PAGE 32
I said : the height is as the deep, Twin breasts of one white dove ; Death’s face is as the face of Sleep, And Lust is likest Love. And with my blood I forced the door That guards the palaces of sin ; I reached the lake’s cinereous shore ; I passed those groves within. My blood was wasted in her veins, To freshen them, who stood like death, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains With heavy kissing breath. I said : Our Lady is as God, Her hell of pain as heaven above ; Death’s feet, like Sleep’s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Our Lady cru…
1902 · PDF PAGE 72
… with life to fill each aching vein With new electric fervour ? Will she be My equal ? She is mortal and a child. Her arms are frail and white. Her lily cheeks Could never take thy kiss. Thy love would shock, Repel. I scorn to say her love were less Than mine : I tell thee that she could not love Thee even at all as thou wouldst understand. Tannhauser. So certain art thou ? Let me go to her, Try, and come back ! Venus. No doubt of that success ! A child is easy to degrade ! 70
1909 · PDF PAGE 359
… to endure thee? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb? The chain of the stars snaps, And the deep of night is hoary! Thou whose mouth is a flame With its seven-edged sword proceeding, 351
1909 · PDF PAGE 359
… to endure thee? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb? The chain of the stars snaps, And the deep of night is hoary! Thou whose mouth is a flame With its seven-edged sword proceeding, 351
1910 · PDF PAGE 121
… What ? Are ye done ? There is a distant chorus Of robust voices ; the earth heaves and pants As if the seven and seventy elephants Snow-white of Solomon made hither, marched On the black earth sun-parched Into the battle-front ; grave and sonorous, A clang of arms salutes these ears, that twitch To catch the zenith pitch Of aught that, human or divine, Might pour some drowsy wine, Poppy-heads bruised and seethed In milk of asses ivy-wreathed With honey and spice and wine moon-pale Strained though a virgin’s veil — To ease this itch. Enter a Ro…
1898 · PDF PAGE 117
Dead stars in the season of sighing, Lost worlds of unspeakable pain, White winds in the winter-tide dying, Or pestilence risen from rain ; So thoughts are that perish for lying and rise not again. Blue waves in the summer uncrested, New homes for the fair and the free, Bright breezes in forest-leaves nested, Sweet birds in the flowering tree ; So thoughts that by truth have been tested sing down to the sea. But weak as the flowers of summer Are the flowers that float on my stream ; My song-birds to others are dumber Than voices half heard in a…
1910 · PDF PAGE 475
…. Disdain Curls the proud lip as he uplifts His vizor. ‘Come, an end! In vain, Sir Fox, thy thousand turns and shifts!” Sir Palamede was white with fear. Lord Christ! those features were his own; His own that voice so icy clear That cuts him, cuts him to the bone. “False knight! false knight!” the stranger cried. “ Thou bastard dog, Sir Palamede? Iam the good knight fain to ride Upon the Questing Beast at need. 99
1910 · PDF PAGE 475
…. Disdain Curls the proud lip as he uplifts His vizor. ‘Come, an end! In vain, Sir Fox, thy thousand turns and shifts!” Sir Palamede was white with fear. Lord Christ! those features were his own; His own that voice so icy clear That cuts him, cuts him to the bone. “False knight! false knight!” the stranger cried. “ Thou bastard dog, Sir Palamede? Iam the good knight fain to ride Upon the Questing Beast at need. 99
1912 · PDF PAGE 44
… gems? A crown of thorns! The Questing Beast is like a king In face, and hath a pigeon’s wing And claw; its body is one fleece Of bloody white, a lamb’s in spring. Enough. Sir Knight, I give thee peace.”
1899 · PDF PAGE 253
‘A romance in verse, covering eighty-nine pages, and dedi- cated to the white maidens of England. The poetic merit is unequal, and the lyrics have something lacking. Zeus, too, is too great and important a god to have ‘slept daintily,’ and why was Robert Browning’s evil example followed in writing Phoibos for Phoebus, and Bacchos for Bacchus? especially as Cytherea, Cypris, and Charicles are allowed to remain in more familiar guise."—TZhe Bristol Times. ‘‘¢A Gentleman of Cambridge’ has written, in ‘ The Tale of Archais,’ a volume which will mak…
1913 · PDF PAGE 195
… all three their coronals Till men with houses came And scored their heads with pits and walls And thought the hills were tame . Red and white when day shines bright , They hide the green for miles ; Where are the old hills gone ? At night The moon looks down and smiles . 176
1913 · PDF PAGE 183
…e Rose. “Night, like a cancer, Spread over my breast; There was no answer, No truce to this rest, That, holding the world in a shower of white snows, Chilled the mad dancer Who bore me, the Rose. “ Day, like a vision, Before me is fled; Hate and derision Have fouled my soft bed. In the heart of the water the quenched vision glows ; Unborne, in division, By me, the world’s Rose.” Ah! Rose of the mire That festering runs Through the lands of desire In the blaze of the suns ;— x K 145
1913 · PDF PAGE 183
…e Rose. “Night, like a cancer, Spread over my breast; There was no answer, No truce to this rest, That, holding the world in a shower of white snows, Chilled the mad dancer Who bore me, the Rose. “ Day, like a vision, Before me is fled; Hate and derision Have fouled my soft bed. In the heart of the water the quenched vision glows ; Unborne, in division, By me, the world’s Rose.” Ah! Rose of the mire That festering runs Through the lands of desire In the blaze of the suns ;— x K 145
1902 · PDF PAGE 60
…. My first great cry of love inaudible Sapped me of music. Venus. Sing me that again ! Tannhauser. Who is this maiden rob6d for a bride, White shoulders and bright brows adorable, The flaming locks that clothe her, and abide. As God were bathing in the fire of Hell ? They change, they grow, they shake As sunlight on the lake : They hiss, they glisten on her bosom bare. O maiden, maiden queen ! The lightning flows between Thy mounting breasts, too magically fair. Draw mc, O draw mc to a dreaming death ! Send out thine opiate breath, And lull me …
1899 · PDF PAGE 163
…141 The wall that ever girds Earth’s thought with brass Is all a silver path my feet beneath, And o’er its level sward Of sea-reflecting white flowers and fresh grass I walk. Man’s darkness is a leathern sheath, Myself the sun-bright sword ! I have no fear, nor doubt, nor sorrow now, For I give Self to God—I give my best Of soul and blood and brain To my poor Art—there comes to me somehow This fact: Man’s work is God made manifest; Life is all Peace again. And Dreams are beyond life. Their wider scope, Limitless Empire o’er the world of thought…
1910 · PDF PAGE 158
…streams the sunset past ; Hyacinthine glows the vault of night, the Future certain, sure to last. Accept the gold of noon that pours its white-hot flood, its radiant blast !
1899 · PDF PAGE 3
… eagle aspires To match the sun’s own fires, Children of our land, hear the children of your sires. We stretch out hands to-day when the white wings Of Peace are spread beneath you and your foe. O race of men that slay the slaves of kings ! We, whom the foam-crowned ocean still enrings, We, whose strong freedom never brooked a blow, Hail you now victors, hail you of the sword Proved in the west the lord, Hail you, and bid you sound quick friendship and accord. T I