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Page 23 of 1031904 · PDF PAGE 66
…here ! MOLLY. O sir, my lord, how can I thank you ? GLENSTRAE. Come in, my dear, and let us see your father about it... Can you spare an old man a kiss ? MOLLY. O my lord ? GLENSTRAE, kissing her. There, there ! Where is your father ? (They go in.) SCENE X Paris. Night. SIR PERCY and ANGELA in bed, the latter asleep. SIR PERCY. O Rose of dawn ! O star of evening ! O glory of the soul of light ! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! How soft she breathes ! How…
1907 · PDF PAGE 123
…ho knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light 0’ limb. LAGE D’ATIRAIN. FRESH in the savage vivour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that i…
1913 · PDF PAGE 101
…THE WOMEN O turn your eyes to where your children stand . Is not Bagdad the beautiful ? O stay ! THE MERCHANTS ( in chorus) We take the Golden Road to Samarkand . AN OLD MAN Have you not girls and garlands in your homes , Eunuchs and Syrian boys at your command ? Seek not excess : God hateth him who roams ! THE MERCHANTS (in chorus) We make the golden journey to Samarkand. A PILGRIM WITH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells When shadows pass gigantic on the sand, And softly through the silence beat the bells Along the…
1922 · PDF PAGE 384
Latest Novels TYLER OF BARNET Bernard Gilbert Author of Old England This long, powerful novel shows the dilemma of a middle-aged man with an invalid wife and grown-up children, who falls passionately in love for the first time. As he is a man of iron self-control he represses his passion till it bursts all bounds, with a tragic result. No one now writing knows so well or describes so vividly life in the English countryside as does Bernard Gilbert. THE PIT-PROP SYNDICATE Freeman Wills Crofts Another brilliantly ingenious detective story by the a…
1922 · PDF PAGE 247
Cold Turkey 233 am so young to die! He complains constantly of vermin under his skin. He says he could bear that; but the idea of being driven mad by the hypnotists is more than any man can be expected to stand... . I felt I should scream if I went on a moment longer ; and by scream I don’t mean just an ordinary scream, I mean that I should scream and scream and scream and never stop. The wind is howling like that. The summer has died suddenly—without a warning, and the world is scream- ing in agony. It is only the echo of the wailing for my ow…
1903 · PDF PAGE 54
…use Of their fair subjects.” The Sonnets. I learnt at last some sort of confidence, Called me the fool I was, knowing my skill Proven of old, all women’s native will To do all things soever that lack sense, Especially if evil : thoughts immense Like this I thought : plumes of my amorous quill I tickled her withal : then grave and still Waited secure : the silence grew intense. She read—and saw me but a beardless boy, Too young to fear, too gentle not to pity, Not overbold ; quite powerless to destroy Her life’s long peace, the ten-year-walléd c…
1909 · PDF PAGE 55
…did V. V. V. V. V. become mad, and wend about naked. 3. And all these things fled away, for he understood them all, that they were but as old rags upon the Divine Perfection. 4. Also he pitied them all, that they were but reflections distorted. 5. Also he smote them, lest they should bear rule over the just. 6. Also he harmonized them into one picture, beautiful to behold. 7. And having thus conquered them, there 57
1901 · PDF PAGE 30
…usury bled, In the hour of her torture forsaken, Stones given for bread ! In Africa women are fighting Their homes and their freedom to hold. Young children and graybeards, delighting To die for their country of old ! For the ravenous lion is smiting A stroke for their gold. 28
1904 · PDF PAGE 73
…w. God do so to me and more also if I look at a woman again. What a fool I have been ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, my boy, you will keep clear of the old ones, I know. (Enter a footman.) These blinds down ! (The man obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly — your first love. — Eh, my lad ? There ; there, don’t be angry ! SIR PERCY. Pshaw ! You disgust me. (The footman turns to go.) GLENSTRAE, to footman. Wait ! (To Sir Percy.) would you tell her so ? SIR PERCY. If I deigned speech. GLENSTRAE. Simmons, ask Miss Tyson to step here for a moment. (Exit…
1906 · PDF PAGE 174
…tle may call me a black pot. Here’s diamond for coke, and pink pearl for pale coral. 170 Though his mills may grind slowly—what says the old hymn? Tune, Limerick! Author? My memory’s dim. The corn said “ You sluggard !” The mill ‘You may tug hard,” (or lug hard, or plug hard ; I forget the exact Rhyme ; that’s a fact) 176 “IfI want to grind slowly I shall,” A quainter old fable one rarely is able To drag from its haunt in the—smoke room or stable! You see (vide supra) I’ve brought to the test a ton Of tolerance, broadness. Approve me, friend Ch…
1922 · PDF PAGE 19
…It wasn’t till I had got outside his door that I realised how badly he wanted my business. He need not have worried. He had managed poor old Uncle Mortimer’s affairs well enough all those years; not likely I should bother to put them in the hands of a new man. The thing that really pleased me about the whole business was the clause in the will. That old crab had sat in his club all through the war, snapping at every- body he saw; and yet he had been keeping track of what I was doing. He said in the will that he had made me his heir ‘‘ for the s…
1898 · PDF PAGE 51
… and bring her father home. JARED [aszae]. Horrible! I must speak and silence this Monstrous impossible villainy of fate. CHORUS. O wise old man, thou speakest cleverly. AHINOAM. So do, and praise be given you from God. ELEAZAR. God, Who this day has sliumbered not, nor slept, He only keepeth Israel: He is God! CHORUS. When God uplifted hands to smite, And earth from chaos was unrolled, And skies and seas from blackest night Unfurled, twin sapphires set with gold, And tumult of the boisterous deep Roared from its slow ungainly sleep, And flocks…
1901 · PDF PAGE 46
…amazing god Incarnate in him chose a nobler form, And in my mother’s body sought his home, Whose double incarnation is divine Beyond th’ old stories. Yes, I am a god.
1901 · PDF PAGE 115
…cy, Happiness, and Love; Reverses life and fact: and so believes. So man grew up and so religion grew. Now when the zons grow to millionfold, Hath earth one mystery, one glory new ? Are not these thoughts immeasurably old ? Only—day breaks as I am musing sadly; The phantoms scatter—is not earth divine ? I leap to saddle; gallop forward madly Into the morning strong and keen as wine. The gold air whistles and the glad horse thunders, Spurning the quiet woodland: now the light Stirs bird and beast—a thousand glowing wonders Flash into glory, lamb…
1901 · PDF PAGE 36
…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 window he drew rein ; She looked forth, clad in glad attire, I
1905 · PDF PAGE 49
44 THE BLOOD-LOTUS So in some damned abyss of woe thy chant should dazzle as of old, Thy kisses burn like molten gold, thy visions swing me to and fro. Strange fascinations whirl and wind about my spirit lying coils ; Thy charm enticeth, for the spoils of victory, all an evil mind. Thy perfume doth confound my thought, new longings echo, and I crave Doubtful liaisons with the grave and loves of Parthia for sport. I think perhaps no longer yet, but dream and lust for stranger things Than ever sucked the lips of kings, or fed the tears of Mahomet…
1929 · PDF PAGE 220
…ople that have been cursed these last few years as tyrants and libertines. "Only the men." "And few there are, in the crowd of canaille, old women, slackers, valetudinarians, eaters of nuts!" [309] "God rest the soul of Edward Seventh! I thought all would be well when Victoria died; but now —" "This is no hour of the night to lapse into poetry! Anyhow, Germany is nearly as bad, with her Social Democratic Party." "Do you think that?" cried Cyril, sharply, sitting up. His gesture was indecipherably intense; it seemed utterly disproportionate to B…
1902 · PDF PAGE 86
…usin. Is my face so changed with care, My body shrunken with my suffering (That was not ever of the body) so ."* Wolfram. I know you, my old friend ! Our chiefest bird ! Sweetest of singers ! Tannhauser. No, the naughty one ! 84
1905 · PDF PAGE 46
THE BLOOD-LOTUS 4I They murder with the old perfume that maddens all men’s blood ; we die Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust. No crimson-hooded viper knows ; no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash white …
1913 · PDF PAGE 104
…And while our Poets chanted Pan Back to his pipes and power , Great Verrall , bending at his desk , And searching hour on hour Found out old gardens , where the wise May find a Spartan flower . III . When I go down the Gloucester lanes My friends are deaf and blind : Fast as they turn their foolish eyes The Mænads leap behind , And when I hear the fire - winged feet , They only hear the wind .