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… Land of Dreams ! The subtle enemy of man Marshals his hosts to work us ill. His demons bloat or deathly wan Sustain his will. More than day’s arrow doth affright The Fear that walketh in the night. Keep Thou our dreams ! Let holy words And angel voices breathing balm And sweetly-tuned celestial birds Uplift their psalm ! Our meditations on Thy grace Blend to the vision of Thy face. N 54
… through, my masterpieces remained intact. {256} Let this explain why I should have been absorbed in Browning's Christmas Eve and Easter Day at Tuticorin. I was criticizing it in the light of my experience in Dhyana, and the result was to give me the idea of answering Browning's apology for Christianity by what was essentially a parody of his title and his style. My poem was to be called "Ascension Day and Pentecost". I wrote "Ascension Day" at Madura on November 16th and 'Pentecost" the day after; but my original idea gradually expanded. I ela…
…ay ! death is a portal of passing To miseries other but sure. Yet the snow on the hills amassing The wind of an hour may endure ; But as day after day grows the summer The crystals melt one after one. The hill—shall they numb her? overcome her ? Demand of the sun! Their frost That uttermost death of my lady Revealed in the heart of the range Is as light in the groves long shady As peace in the halls of change. The web of the world is rended ; Stayed are the causal mills ; Time is ended ; space unextended. An end of the hills ! ,
…in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternitys Tremendous gate ; beyond the immanent miracle. O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermits hood I grow the thing I contemplate that selfless solitude !
…urselves in pious praise. How then when risen and pure of heart In heaven we see Thee as Thou art ? O let the film of earth and sin Each day by love grow clear and thin ! O let Thy worship done aright Prepare us for the eternal Light ! Amen. A 39
… Land of Dreams ! The subtle enemy of man Marshals his hosts to work us ill. His demons bloat or deathly wan Sustain his will. More than day’s arrow doth affright The Fear that walketh in the night. Keep Thou our dreams ! Let holy words And angel voices breathing balm And sweetly-tuned celestial birds Uplift their psalm ! Our meditations on Thy grace Blend to the vision of Thy face. N 54
…hence all research must begin : and that is , “ the illusionary nature of the time - idea ." 2 “ You would say that of two men born on a day , dying on a day , one may be young , the other old . . . he lives the longest who remembers most ." Mysticus considers the de finition insufficient unless the “ vividness of each impression " is added to the " number of impressions . Scepticus then shows that it would be possible in thought to construct a scale of vividness from a to n, by which we could erect a formula to express all that a man is . “ Fo…
…he crystallizing concave of the sky? ARGUS. All this shall happen when the work is done. JASON. How many moons, friend fool, before that day? ARGUS. These things are known not even to the Gods. Except the Father only. HERACLES. Fools must talk. ARGUS. I talk, divulging nothing. HERACLES. I strike thee, Yet act not. ARGUS. Hero, stay that heavy hand! The ship shall sail ere spring. THESEUS. But now you talk More as befits a workman to a king. JASON. Be gentle now, my friends! These shipbuilders, Reared in the rugged borders of the North,
…ght, with unsubstantial motion Winnowing the starlight, plumed with feathery flowers Of foam and phosphor glory, the strange glow Of the days amber fallen to indigo, Lit of its own depth in some subtle wise, A pavement for the footsteps from the skies Of angels walking thus Not all unseen of us, Nor all unknown, nor unintelligible, When with souls lifted up In the Cadmean cup, As incense lifted in the thurible, We know that God is even as we, Light from the sky, and life on earth, and love be- neath the sea.
ON—ON—“ POET " Ι το the open road, You to the hunchbacked street— Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That day we chanced to meet? I with a heart that‘s sound, You with sick fancies of pain— Which of us two Would the earlier rue If we chanced to meet again? I jingle homely lore, While you rhyme is with kiss— Which of us two Will the earlier rue The love of the Haj/lake Miss ? Not I the first to go, Nor I the first to deceive—— Which of us two Shall the the earliest rue Our garden of make—believe? 0 2 21 I
ON—ON—“ POET " Ι το the open road, You to the hunchbacked street— Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That day we chanced to meet? I with a heart that‘s sound, You with sick fancies of pain— Which of us two Would the earlier rue If we chanced to meet again? I jingle homely lore, While you rhyme is with kiss— Which of us two Will the earlier rue The love of the Haj/lake Miss ? Not I the first to go, Nor I the first to deceive—— Which of us two Shall the the earliest rue Our garden of make—believe? 0 2 21 I
…told, however, that parrot pie is quite a good dish; well, I don't like parrot, so there will be all the more for those who do. The next day I was naturally feeling very tired; but in the afternoon I summoned enough energy to go for a short stroll. I was very anxious to show Thornton a beautiful view of a hillside and river, which I had come across on my way home. We set out, he being armed with a sketch book and a kukri, which he would always carry about with him, though I could never understand the reason; if I had been anticipating the day's…
…ense culled from German Atheistic philosophy, in these poems. A wicked philo- sopher is far more dangerous than a mere voluptuary, Doomisday. — An affected archaism for the Day of Judgment. How can the writer dare to speak of this great day, on which he shall be damned for ever? “ For he that believeth not 1s condemned already, Mother. — Nature. How true would be these striking words, if only for “ the love-taught magus, the hermaphrodite ” with all its su- perstition, blasphemy, and obscenity, one were to write “ The Christ-saved sinner, broug…
…ished, had it been possible—he said it in so many words at his trial—to burst the globe like a cooked chestnut, Lacenaire, who spent his days in plotting murders, in order to have the means of passing his nights in ignoble orgies or in the excite- ment of gambling, boasted aloud that he had lived. Hecalled that living, and he sang a hymn to the guillotine, which he called his beautiful betrothed, and the world was full of imbe- ciles who admired the wretch! Alfred de Musset, before extinguishing himself in drunkenness, wasted one of the finest …
…ished, had it been possible—he said it in so many words at his trial—to burst the globe like a cooked chestnut, Lacenaire, who spent his days in plotting murders, in order to have the means of passing his nights in ignoble orgies or in the excite- ment of gambling, boasted aloud that he had lived. Hecalled that living, and he sang a hymn to the guillotine, which he called his beautiful betrothed, and the world was full of imbe- ciles who admired the wretch! Alfred de Musset, before extinguishing himself in drunkenness, wasted one of the finest …
…d to follow my example, and then to explode a dynamite cartridge in my mouth. II In my third year at Newnham I spend four hours of every day at Professor Blairs house. All other work was neglected, gone through mechanically, if at all. This came about gradually, as the result of an accident. The chemical laboratory has two rooms, one small and capable of being darkened. On this occasion (the May term of my second year) this room was in use. It was the first week of June, and extremely fine. The door was shut. Within was a girl, alone, experime…
… ! I shall not stay : Winter's in the hollows . Where the wastes stretch far away, Blurred with rain , and blending, Or to -morrow or to-day Love shall have an ending . There the swans dash through the wave, On the water swinging ; I shall make my scallop rave With the tempest springing . I shall come before the snow ; I shall come a -courting To the hazy depths below , Shadows at their sporting . When the snow before the rout Drifts against my sail , I shall turn my boat about Straight across the gale !
…ing fingers . Kant similarly losing his way in the night of Hume's ignorance , struck a spark on the tail of his shirt , proclaiming the day ; but as the flames rose and scorched his fundamental basis , he , also , leapt from his empiric hose into the cool comfort of that watery ocean Hume had attempted to shadow in the palm of his hand . Then behind these three gallant knights clat tered along their no less gallant esquires : Fichte , Schelling , and Hegel , and in the distance , lost in the dust of Reason , stand the present - day yokels of
…ost wondrous and striking experiences which I am undergoing will doubtless be of no little help to the dond-fide thinkers of our present day. Dean Swift and Samuel Butler stand, no one will deny it, as the greatest benefactors of humanity. If my sufferings could prove of any utility, in their turn, I should feel myself proud and most happy to describe at length the life I am now leading with three sailors, a dog, a musician, a box whose value I am learning every day to appreciate more and more, and our carrier-pigeons, in a distant island. I mu…
…ost wondrous and striking experiences which I am undergoing will doubtless be of no little help to the dond-fide thinkers of our present day. Dean Swift and Samuel Butler stand, no one will deny it, as the greatest benefactors of humanity. If my sufferings could prove of any utility, in their turn, I should feel myself proud and most happy to describe at length the life I am now leading with three sailors, a dog, a musician, a box whose value I am learning every day to appreciate more and more, and our carrier-pigeons, in a distant island. I mu…