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Page 25 of 1121911 · PDF PAGE 57
AMPHORA VI Good Friday T the foot of the Cross is the Mother of God, And Her tears are like rain to enliven the sod, While the Blood of the LORD from His Body that runs Is the heat of the summer, the fire of its suns. In the darkness and fear of the torturing hours, The Mother brings life in the strength of Her showers ; The Son with the fire of His Passion withdrawn Enkindles the night to the life of the Dawn. In the cup of the world, as pure water and wine, His sorrow is mingled and mixed into Thine, For a liquor to heal us the children of ni…
1910 · PDF PAGE 37
…n rampart, and watch for me to come ! Be first to meet me, sweetheart ! forgive me for all the wrong I did you here. I will try and be a good wife to you, darling, if you will give me one more chance to hold your love. I had heaven in your kisses, and I went to seek it in the cloister.11 I loved you al- ways ; it was but a boy’s folly ; forgive me ! I may never cling to you on earth again : pray God that Heaven may be one long, long life of such bliss as we had of one another long ago by yon slow stream on whose banks I have wandered (many a ti…
1907 · PDF PAGE 74
…opose to squeeze Duke Charles’ grapes, though fate and my age forbid me a smack at his forces — neu sinas Medos equttare tnultos—but our good King is no Augustus. [Strikes gong. Enter PRIEST quietly and quickly, ALAIN does not turn round, Good evening, father. All is ready? PRIEST. All, my lord. 1 This play has been publicly performed within the United Kingdom. Stationers’ Hall. All rights reserved. ALAIN, It is near the time, in her room? She has remained PRIEST. All the day. ALAIN. Has she attempted no message? eh? PRIEST, Sir, she —— ALAIN. …
1904 · PDF PAGE 82
…en kept in such terrible seclusion ! GLENSTRAE. Ah ! I had not thought your sympathy was genuine ; but there, there ! There is more real good in human nature than —
1929 · PDF PAGE 16
… is a rough side to every canvas, and Theodore Bugg had forgotten all about England, and what she is, and how he had made her. Or if the good work was going on, it was subcon- scious. He was standing by the gilded statue of Jeanne d'Arc, his mouth wide open, his Baedeker limp in his perspiring hand. She's riding astride! The molten mad- ness throbbed in his brain. She's got man's clothes on! The shocking truth must out: Theodore Bugg had come to Paris for Pleasure! He had only been able to spare two days, the Sun- day and Monday of Whitsunt…
1898 · PDF PAGE 118
…o soft to hold. No dove that Hylas knew, No dove that Sappho kissed, Nor in wide Heaven there grew This child of stranger dew Than God’s good spirit wist. Yet his wings bare him high, Divine beyond control, And, like for love to die, I felt his arrow fly Within my very soul. Ah Love ! the ambiguous kiss, Not man’s nor woman’s touch, In that ecstatic bliss— Not hell’s heat, as I wis, Had warmed us overmuch.
1901 · PDF PAGE 40
…sprang—and found the last rose gone. So in the fiery ring of wedlock, blind, Mad, one may leap, no rose perhaps to find (Or, if no rose, good fortune finds no thorn), But—mark the difference—palpable and plain Rose or no rose, one leaps not out again. I
1905 · PDF PAGE 153
ST PATRICK’S DAY 1902 Written at Delhi. O GOOD St Patrick, turn again Thy mild eyes to the Western main ! Shalt thou be silent ? thou forget ? Are there no snakes in Ireland yet ? Death to the Saxon ! Slay nor spare ! O God of Justice, hear us swear ! The iron Saxon’s bloody hand Metes out his murder on the land. The light of Erin is forlorn. The country fades : the people mourn. Of land bereft, of right beguiled, Starved, tortured, murdered, or exiled ; Of freedom robbed, of faith cajoled, In secret councils bought and sold ! Their weapons are…
1912 · PDF PAGE 69
…ic spire he spies, That like a gladiator towers Its spear-sharp splendour to the skies. The people cluster round, acclaim : “Sir Knight, good knight, thy quest is won. Here dwells the Beast in orient flame, Spring-sweet, and swifter than the sun!” Sir Palamede the Saracen Spurs to the shrine, afire to win The end; and all the urgent men Throng with him eloquently in. Sir Palamede his vizor drops; He lays his loyal lance in rest; He drives the rowels home—he stops! Faugh! but a black-mouthed money-chest! 63
1904 · PDF PAGE 73
…uge guffaw : By Gods bollocks, Galahad, but there is nobody to cook the dinner ! But my sister was as clever as she was beauti- ful and good. The overseers gathered a fire of sticks, and she soon had some capital nigger meat broiling. For soup she gave us some stallion jelly from her chocked-up cuckoos nest ; for fish the scrapings of the old negresses diddly-pouts made an excellent kedgeree : for entrée she did up a lot of balls, in shit sauce : also there was plenty of tripe, and some delicious sweetbread : for vegeta- bles the stomachs of…
1898 · PDF PAGE 92
86 THE BLOOD-LOTUS They grow in darkness, heat beguiles their sluggish kisses, in the wood They breathe no murmur that is good, and Satan in their blossom smiles. 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…
1910 · PDF PAGE 254
236 THE GNOME LANTERN-LIGHT is over the fells When the sun has sunken low; Lantern-light and the moorland smells, The rain on the good brown soil. Over the moorland we go, we go, Through the wet earth we toil... . Sunken, sunken was the sun Ere ever the moon uprose, And the tall dark trees cast shadows dun Over the lonely way; Over the moorland the long path goes We trod at the close of day. We sped to reach the dark green hill, The Hill of the Bloody Bowl, And the shadows were watching, watching us still As we crept in the shadowless path, Ove…
1910 · PDF PAGE 385
…; There, ill at heart, the chivalry Of strong Sir Palamede abides. Now comes irruption from the folk That live by murder: day by day The good knight strikes his deadly stroke; The vultures claw the attended prey. But day by day the heathen hordes Gather from dreadful lands afar, A myriad myriad bows and swords, As clouds that blot the morning star. Soon by an arrow from the sea The Lady of Palamede is slain ; His son, in sally fighting free, Is struck through burgonet and brain.
1910 · PDF PAGE 254
236 THE GNOME LANTERN-LIGHT is over the fells When the sun has sunken low; Lantern-light and the moorland smells, The rain on the good brown soil. Over the moorland we go, we go, Through the wet earth we toil... . Sunken, sunken was the sun Ere ever the moon uprose, And the tall dark trees cast shadows dun Over the lonely way; Over the moorland the long path goes We trod at the close of day. We sped to reach the dark green hill, The Hill of the Bloody Bowl, And the shadows were watching, watching us still As we crept in the shadowless path, Ove…
1910 · PDF PAGE 385
…; There, ill at heart, the chivalry Of strong Sir Palamede abides. Now comes irruption from the folk That live by murder: day by day The good knight strikes his deadly stroke; The vultures claw the attended prey. But day by day the heathen hordes Gather from dreadful lands afar, A myriad myriad bows and swords, As clouds that blot the morning star. Soon by an arrow from the sea The Lady of Palamede is slain ; His son, in sally fighting free, Is struck through burgonet and brain.
1954 · PDF PAGE 238
…hink of, it changes, it grows, it disappears . You have got to train your mind to canter through those leafy avenues of thought upon the good green turf of Indifference; when you can do it without conscious effort, so that up-down, in-out, far-near, black-white (and so on for everything) appears quite automatically, you are already as near an Initiate as makes no matter. 3. 'Self' . For a full discussion of this see Letter 42. 4. 'God.' This is really too bad of you! Of all the hopelessly mangled words in the language, you settle with unerring …
1905 · PDF PAGE 37
They tremble to hear me, The powers of the fire. Come near me to cheer me! Be near and inspire! Be strength in my heart and good courage, and speed in the single desire ! ) The fire knows its master! They flicker and flare, Dread dogs of disaster, Wild slaves of despair. Faster and faster— My soul is aware Of a sound that is dimmer and duller, wide wings adrift of the air. Their forces that wander No God-voice know they! Their bridals they squander! Unknown is their way! The sky’s heart? beyond her Sweet bosom they stray. Shall these then obey …
1922 · PDF PAGE 291
First Mid 277 Lamus laughed merrily. “Good for you, kid, very much to the point ! . “T’ve wandered a good deal through queer parts of the world, as you know, and in some of those places there are still taboos about eating and hunting and fishing—all sorts of things which we in England take quite simply, in consequence of which they give no trouble. “ But where a man has to think of a thousand things before he has his dinner: what he eats, and how it was killed, and who cooked it, and so on for ever and ever, he gets no chance to develop his min…
1910 · PDF PAGE 104
… fade From the brows of womanhood. IST SATYR But the boy shall thrust the maid From the sunlight to the shade. He shall make her passion good. 2ND SATYR Nay ! for all the world-decay Rots from sapphirine to grey. All the leprous lichen clings Round the comeliness of things. Brothers ! sisters ! fauns and elves ! Dryads ! Oreads ! Undines ! Fairies, let us hide ourselves
1954 · PDF PAGE 472
EDUCATION 439 chosen for reference. (Nuttall's is fairly good, though some very well-known words are omitted. The Oxford Pocket Dictionary is useless; it is for morons, illiterates, wallowers in "Basic English" -and [I suppose I Oxonians. No proper names, however well-known, unless used as common: e.g. Bobby, a flatfoot, a beetlecrusher , a harness bull; or Xantippe, a shrew, a lady. X-rays is given in the plural only: ditto "Roentgen-rays," and they give "Roentgenogram." "You never can tell!" Participles, plurals and the like are not "words" u…