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Page 24 of 831910 · PDF PAGE 18
…han hell fire, And bid them fade, as if the bryony Let her flower die, And banished them through space, as if a star Dropped through the far Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct With blood-red tinct, Went out. So lonely in mysterious night A wild, strange light Flickers around the sacred head of man, And bids him scan The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, Black with no blot Of cloud, but golden lettered on the blue That mothers dew,
1929 · PDF PAGE 84
…knows his doom, suffers continual torture; but to this is added the horrible delusion that if only the disease can be induced to advance far enough, all is saved. Thus he hugs the fearful growth, cherishes it as his one dearest possession, stimulates it by every means in his power. Yet all the time he nurses in his heart an agonizing certainty that this is the way of death. Balloch knew S.R.M.D. well; had known him for years. He hoped to supplant him, and while he feared him with hideous and unmanly fear, hated him with most hellish hatred. He …
1905 · PDF PAGE 73
…all the birds change tune, and all the light Glows lowlier, musing on departed day. Strange wings and sombre, heralding the night, Fleet far across the woods; and gleaming bright The evening star looks from the orient way. Shadow and silence deepen: all the woods Take on a tenderer phrase of musical Breezes: the stream-sought homes and solitudes Murmura little where the maiden moods Are sadder as the evening’s kisses fall. 74
1913 · PDF PAGE 47
… lovely hamlet , Grantchester . For Cambridge people rarely smile , Being urban , squat , and packed with guile ; And Royston men in the far south Are black and fierce and strange of mouth ; At Over they fling oaths at one , And worse than oaths at Trumpington ; And Ditton girls are mean and dirty , And there 's none in Harston under thirty , And folks in Shelford and those parts Have twisted lips and twisted hearts , And Barton men make cockney rhymes , And Coton 's full of nameless crimes , And things are done you 'd not believe , At Madingle…
1899 · PDF PAGE 13
…and blue unbroken days, And where the cold ice breaks in pallid bays, And where dim dawns in frosty forest shiver, Where India burns and far Australia glows, Where cactus blooms, where rose, Let our hearts’ beat be heard, to lighten many woes. Sister and daughter of our loyal isle, Our hands reach out to you, our lips are fain To wreathe with yours in one delicious smile Of budding love, to grow a kiss awhile, And laugh like bride and groom, and kiss again ! Let our alliance like a marriage stand, Supreme from strand to strand, The likeness of …
1905 · PDF PAGE 39
34 THE CANNIBALS And we, one mouth to kiss, one soul to lure, For ever wedded, one, divine, endure Far from sun, sea, and spring, from love or light, Imbedded in impenetrable night ; Deeper than ocean, higher than the sky, Vaster than petty loves that dream and die, Insatiate, angry, terrible for lust, Who shrivel God to adamantine dust By our fierce gaze upon him, who would strive Under our wrath, to flee away, to dive Into the deep recesses of his heaven. But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven, Quit hope and life, quit fear and death…
1910 · PDF PAGE 21
…s resound Only to the rending roar Of the shattering streams that pour Rocks by ice eternal bound, Myriad cascades that crowned Once the far resounding throne Of the mountain spirits strong, All the treacherous souls that throng Desolate abodes of stone, Barren of all comely things, Given to the splendid kings, Gloomy state, and glamour dark, Swooping jewel-feathered wings, Eyes translucent with a spark Of the world of fire, that swings Gates of adamant below Lofty minarets of snow. Thence the towering flames arise, Where the flashes white and …
1912 · PDF PAGE 274
… alone, Soon passed :—thou reachest on to Womanhood! IV Fair—God grant that it be fair—thy world ! With influence of Goodness shed around Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound 1 Have mercy, God! I am not proud, not proud! But all my pent—up wrath I pour on Spite It is enough! forgive these murmurings loud Against the Powers and Majesties of Night. L’ENVOI Good child, you will again depart—Fates weave their spell, All hail ! God-speed l May God be with you! and—Farewell ! D. HAMISH JENKINS. 23…
1912 · PDF PAGE 274
… alone, Soon passed :—thou reachest on to Womanhood! IV Fair—God grant that it be fair—thy world ! With influence of Goodness shed around Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound 1 Have mercy, God! I am not proud, not proud! But all my pent—up wrath I pour on Spite It is enough! forgive these murmurings loud Against the Powers and Majesties of Night. L’ENVOI Good child, you will again depart—Fates weave their spell, All hail ! God-speed l May God be with you! and—Farewell ! D. HAMISH JENKINS. 23…
1913 · PDF PAGE 148
…YAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX That slayeth with a single glance! This light is in me of my Lord. His Name is this far-whirling sword. I push His order. Keen and swift My Hawk's eye flames ; these arms uplift The Banner of Silence and of Strength— Hail! Hail! thou art here, my Lord, at length! Lo, the Hawk-Headed Lord am I: My nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky. Hail! ye twin warriors that guard The pillars of the world! Your time Is nigh at hand. The snake that marred Heaven with his inexhaustible slime Is slain ; I bear t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 148
…YAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. THE EQUINOX That slayeth with a single glance! This light is in me of my Lord. His Name is this far-whirling sword. I push His order. Keen and swift My Hawk's eye flames ; these arms uplift The Banner of Silence and of Strength— Hail! Hail! thou art here, my Lord, at length! Lo, the Hawk-Headed Lord am I: My nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky. Hail! ye twin warriors that guard The pillars of the world! Your time Is nigh at hand. The snake that marred Heaven with his inexhaustible slime Is slain ; I bear t…
1899 · PDF PAGE 20
…m Where she abode (her home was cool and dark That no small glow-worm with his tender spark Might lighten till the moon was down, a nook Far from the cool enticements of the brook, And hidden in the boskage close and green.) So dreamed she, smiling like a faëry queen ; So the bright feet and forehead of the breeze Lured her to sleep, and shook the morning trees Clear of the dewfall, and disturbed the grass, So that no rustle, should a serpent pass, Might rouse her reverie. So then, behold, Chance leant from Heaven with feet and face of gold, An…
1904 · PDF PAGE 76
…e who had backed them laugh, and Bow gets his commission in the guards. Our authoress, who reels off yards and yards of fine romance, is far too serious to make the pun to her so obvious about his being still a Beau, undér the impression that we all pronounce the worthy who occupies the foremost thwart as if he were archer’s joy or a division whiffy in London East. The space at my disposal is getting, alas! too small, and pretty Rosalys (the girl I saw the race with) must be slurred over. Conclude. A thousand kind words and a word over to those…
1905 · PDF PAGE 111
…ner blue, Or rubies shadows of this rosy hue, Or light itself elsewhere so clear and clean ? For all the sparkling dews of heaven fallen far Crystalline, fixed, forgotten (as a star Forgets its nebulous virginity) Are set in all the sky and earth and sea. Shining with solar fire, The single-eyed desire Of scent and sound and sight and sense perfuses The still and lambent light Of the essential night ; And all the heart of me is fain, and muses, As if for ever doomed to dream Or pass in peace Lethean adown the grey Lethean stream.
1930 · PDF PAGE 23
…Liber DCCCLX. John St. John. The Record of the Magical Retirement of G. H. Frater O .*. M A model of what a magical record should be, so far as accurate analysis and fullness of description are concerned. Equinox 1, Supplément.
1929 · PDF PAGE 272
…utta, where the corrosion of civilization has eaten into primitive practice. Moharbhanj, though only thirteen hours from Calcutta, is as far from it morally as it is from London. The people were unspoilt. For the first time I liked Hindus. The maharajah was away for the day. He had sent his Minister of Public works to meet me and entertain me until his return. This gentleman, whose name was Martin, had taken a high degree at Oxford, and had studied science and engineering very thoroughly. No one could have suspected that he had a Bengali grandm…
1903 · PDF PAGE 25
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1904 · PDF PAGE 67
… peace, The wide dominion of the wan Abyss of air. I can look out and see Beyond the stars, black seas Wherein no star may swim, Thence, far beyond the vast revolving spheres
1913 · PDF PAGE 232
…bound stream Is this? Past what immemorable town Of fable flows it? What forgotten dream Evokes this image—rill and moor and down, And a far shore where, under a rainy moon, Are nuptials, and a feasting, and a swoon? (xv) For art’s sake let there be no more delaying; Since we have found Love, with him let us linger: Upon our hearts new chords he'll still be playing— Upon what secret strings shall stray his finger? We talk so foolishly of love! We lie Lip unto lip, heart pressed to beating breast All too oblivious of the hours that fly For ever …
1913 · PDF PAGE 232
…bound stream Is this? Past what immemorable town Of fable flows it? What forgotten dream Evokes this image—rill and moor and down, And a far shore where, under a rainy moon, Are nuptials, and a feasting, and a swoon? (xv) For art’s sake let there be no more delaying; Since we have found Love, with him let us linger: Upon our hearts new chords he'll still be playing— Upon what secret strings shall stray his finger? We talk so foolishly of love! We lie Lip unto lip, heart pressed to beating breast All too oblivious of the hours that fly For ever …