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Page 28 of 671910 · PDF PAGE 476
…d knight, in sooth,” Answered Sir Palamede, “not I Presume to assert the idlest truth ; And here, by this good ear and eye, I grant thou art Sir Palamede. But—try the first and final test If thou or I be he. Take heed!” He backed his horse, covered his breast, Drove his spurs home, and rode upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I beli…
1910 · PDF PAGE 476
…d knight, in sooth,” Answered Sir Palamede, “not I Presume to assert the idlest truth ; And here, by this good ear and eye, I grant thou art Sir Palamede. But—try the first and final test If thou or I be he. Take heed!” He backed his horse, covered his breast, Drove his spurs home, and rode upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I beli…
1910 · PDF PAGE 155
…ese delirious hours. John’s lips are cool like olive-oil — and thine, Even at the best, like some black stormy wine. MAGDA Oh beast thou art ! Didst thou not surely quicken me With child ? ISSA Thy lewdness and thy lowness sicken me. Nay, let the heavy-fringed purple lashes Lie still — my lust is burnt to bitter ashes ! The wrinkled eyepits black with grime and kohl Are like black bogs to suck away my soul. The coarse vermilion on thy cheeks is fire Of hell to blast the charred stump of desire. The blue tattoo-marks stain thy mouth like bruises…
1913 · PDF PAGE 220
…go flaunting ? They kill the pretty sunlight ! ' Tis the sign of Death and Age !" " There is nor age nor death for thee , my Lady , Thou art enchanted ” — and up he took his bow . “ True !” she cried laughing , “ but still more persuade me , Strike them through their long necks , through their long necks all of snow ! " 201
1996 · PDF PAGE 71
…nt, accept the fact, acquiesce in the foulness, till Love is degraded to guilty grov elling. They are dragged in the dirt of the night-cart which ought to have been their “chariot of fire and the horses thereof.”1 1 [II Kings 2:11, paraphrase.] This whole trouble comes from humanity’s horror of Love. For the last hundred years, every first-rate writer on morals has sent forth his lightnings and thunders, hailstones and coals of fire, to burn up Gomorrah and Sodom where Love is either shameful and secret, or daubed with dung of sentiment in ord…
1911 · PDF PAGE 52
44 THE EQUINOX Things beyond history and art In the tresses that tumble over her earl In what grim gloom did Satan get This child on what wood—nymph dishevelled? Whence was the wind that swayed the woods On their bestial beatitudes? Or what garden of rose and violet Lay under the moon wherein they revelled? She is like a poppy-petal. All the seas of sleep are hidden Under the languorous eyelids, whose Lashes are long and strong to bruise My heart where her lusts like hornets settle On sacred leaves, on flowers forbidden. She is like a drug of wo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 52
44 THE EQUINOX Things beyond history and art In the tresses that tumble over her earl In what grim gloom did Satan get This child on what wood—nymph dishevelled? Whence was the wind that swayed the woods On their bestial beatitudes? Or what garden of rose and violet Lay under the moon wherein they revelled? She is like a poppy-petal. All the seas of sleep are hidden Under the languorous eyelids, whose Lashes are long and strong to bruise My heart where her lusts like hornets settle On sacred leaves, on flowers forbidden. She is like a drug of wo…
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
ROSA IGNOTA Upon thy grave shows bare and white In the chill heart of winter's night. Still shall I feel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the …
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
ROSA IGNOTA Upon thy grave shows bare and white In the chill heart of winter's night. Still shall I feel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the …
1905 · PDF PAGE 11
…aye, and must move, And all the body be forgotten quite, And the pure soul flame forth, a deathless dove, Where all worlds end ! If thou art worthy God shall greet thee for a friend. XVII. Iam unworthy. In the House of Pain There are ten thousand shrines. Each one enfolds A lesser, inner, more divine, that holds A sin less palpable and less profane. The inmost is the home of God. Te moulds Infinity, The great within the small, one stainless unity! XVIII. I dare not to the greater sins aspire5 I might—so gross am I—take pleasure in These filthy …
1907 · PDF PAGE 120
… the bird’s on the wing | Adonis, awake! Adonis, awake! We are colour and song And form, we are Muses most tender to take Thy life up to Art that was lost over long. Adonis, awake! Adonis, awake! thou hast risen above The fear in the forest, the brute in the brake. Thou art sacred to shrines that are higher than Love ! Adonis, awake ! 1 Properly the sequel to Mort d’Adonis on p. 122,
1929 · PDF PAGE 76
… I had ever had with anybody. I had not imagined the possibility of so divine a development. It was, in a sense, passionate, because it partook of the white heat of creative energy and because its intensity absorbed all other emotions. But for this very reason it was impossible to conceive of it as liable to contamination by any grosser qualities. Indeed, the universe of sense was entirely subordinated to its sanctity. It was based upon impressions as an incandescent light upon its filament. But the world was transfigured and consumed by the in…
1907 · PDF PAGE 151
…Light in thy Love, I am Love in thy Life. I am cloistered above Where the stars are at strife. I am life in thy light, and thy death Is part of my breath. My voices are many, Thy lyre is but one ; But thou art not as any Soul under the sun ! Thou hast power for an hour, The motherly dower. One voice of my voices Uncalled and unheard, No song that rejoices OF beast or of bird, No sound of my children sublime, But the spirit of time. Fear is his name, Nor flickers nor dies His blackening flame. Beware, were thou wise ! Not him shalt thou hail fro…
1903 · PDF PAGE 20
… the dirk and tests the point.| And will to-morrow show me aught? [He extinguishes the lamps, goes to the door and opens it, The clang startles him.| I hate that door! Strange that the outer air Should bring back manhood! Man, thou pitiest her ! Man, thou art whelmed in that red tide of lust That rolls over strong loathing by vast will, Hideous rapture of death. That’s for thee, man ! Thine are the scalding tears of sympathy, The tender love for the young flower. And these Are none of the priest’s. Enough ! [Exit. The door clangs again. The cur…
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
…rom the sweet single womb risen higher Did Calliope string thee her lyre, Thy mother: and veiled her in night :-— For thyself to Herself art a veil till the veils of the Heaven be rended and ended. Now, single myself as thy soul, I pray to Apollo indeed! Fling forth to the starriest goal My spirit, invoking his rede ; Care nought for his mercy or ire ; Reach impious hands to his lyre. Determined to die or control _ Those strings the immortal at last, though the strings of this heart of me bleed. Come life, or come death ; come disdain Or honour…
1961 · PDF PAGE 48
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 36 Ai De Liberatate Iuvenum (Of the Liberty of Childen) THOU that art the Child of mine own Bowels, how shall I write to thee concerning Children? For herein is the Gordian Knot in our whole Rope of Wisdom, and it may not be severed by Sword, no, not of a Greater than Alexander the Two-Horned. And it is a Balance like that of the Egg, and the Violence of a Columbus will but crack the tender Shell which we must first of all preserve. Now Sentinel to this Fortress standeth a certain Paradox of general Application, and in this …
1906 · PDF PAGE 88
…ed our quiet pulses: with the in- tent supreme; ‘‘This one week more a century shall seem.” AT LAST. O TEARLESS sorrow of long years, depart ! O joy of minutes that be ages long, Come! Let the choral pulse and strength of song , Quicken, and the fire of lute and lyre dart, An arrow red with blood and bright with art, And cover all the fiery bloom of wrong With blossoms blacker where the blood runs strong As our lips pale, their life fled to the heart. Surely we are as dead, we loving so, So bitterly, so keenly: let no breath Persuade us we are …
1899 · PDF PAGE 70
…ain. But I, but I — Yea, verily, fear not But stratagem may lift thy bitter lot From thy worn shoulders. Thus for half the day Thou art as free as air, as woodland fay Treading the circle of unearthly green, By maiden eyes at summer midnight seen. These hours of freedom thy mayst use to free Love from his toils, and joy and goodly gree Shall be thy guerdon. Listen ! I have power To change thy semblance in thy happier hour ; Thou shall assume the countenance of Loves Divinest maiden in the darkling groves Of Ida. There shall thou meet hap…
1913 · PDF PAGE 125
…e I sink! I. I shall sink ! o. Drink wine! oh, drink wine! 1. Iam thine! 0. I am thine! [They drink and greet as before. Nay, drink ! 1. Art thou armed ? 0. With a knife. [o. draws the dagger from her hair. 1. Love is better than life. [o. cats a L, or af possible, the Sigil of N.O.X., on 1.’s breast. o. Let us dance! 85
1913 · PDF PAGE 125
…e I sink! I. I shall sink ! o. Drink wine! oh, drink wine! 1. Iam thine! 0. I am thine! [They drink and greet as before. Nay, drink ! 1. Art thou armed ? 0. With a knife. [o. draws the dagger from her hair. 1. Love is better than life. [o. cats a L, or af possible, the Sigil of N.O.X., on 1.’s breast. o. Let us dance! 85