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Page 29 of 1121911 · PDF PAGE 51
…wers to pluck. White waif, white champak-blossom blown From the jungle to the lost lagoon ! White lily swayed by the wind of time ! Grey eyes that crave the chrism of crime ! Blanched face like a note on a clarion I Red mouth like the sun through simoon, typhoonl Hurricanes howl, howl in her heart; Serpents sleep in her smile; I hear Horrible happenings long ago, Direful deeds, weirds of woe, 43
1905 · PDF PAGE 25
18 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS “For her indeed might Charicles despair !” Yet of her presence was the maiden ’ware, Although her mortal eyes might see her not ; So she knelt down upon that holy spot And greeted her with tears; for now at last The fountains of her sorrow, vague and vast, Burst from the strong inexorable chain Of too great passion, and a mortal pain Beyond belief, and so in sudden waves Tears welled impatient from their crystal caves. (Men say those barren pinnacles are set Since then with jewels ; the white violet Was born of those pure…
1905 · PDF PAGE 152
…And infinite dreams, and stars that roam, And comets moving through the deep Unfathomable skies, Darker for moonlight, and the glow-worm eyes Of dusky women that were stars, And paler curves of the immutable bars That line the universe with light, Great eagle-flights of mystic moons That dip, while the dull midnight swoons About the skirts of Night : These bowed and shaped themselves and said : “* Tt shall be thus !” And the intolerable luminous Death that is god bent down his head And answered : ‘‘ Thus, immutably, Above all days and deeds, sh…
1905 · PDF PAGE 72
…f fallen tyranny, may seek her sire In the pure soul. of Man, her lips may lave In the pure waters of her soul’s desire, Truth: and deep eyes behold thine eyes as deep, Fresh lips kiss thine that kissed her soul from sleep. See Italy, the eagle of all time, Triumphant, from her coffin’s leaden prison, Soar into freedom, seek the heights sublime Of self-reliance, from those depths new- risen, Stirred by the passion of thy mighty rhyme: Eagle, and pheenix: shrill, sharp flames bedizen The burning citadel, where crested Man Leaps sword in hand upo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 37
…elieve the hunter of his furs, All the wide world awaiting him, all folk Glad at his coming, only I must weep: Rise he or sink, my weary eyes invoke Only the respite of a little sleep; Sleep, just a little space of sleep, to rest The fevered head and cool the aching eyes; Sleep for a space, to fall upon the breast Of the dear God, that He may sympathise, Long has the day drawn out; a bitter frost Sparkles along the streets; the shipping heaves With the slow murmur of the sea, half lost In the last rustle of forgotten leaves. Over the bridges pa…
1903 · PDF PAGE 27
…eap who sow. Ho! ho! [4 boat drifts in, L. In it the aged Criospa, his white hair afloat in the storm, is standing with folded arms. His eyes are dull, as seeing inward,| Rupua. Ha! ha! "Tis the priest. Dost think O’ the feast? Criosda, shrink ! The rune is woe. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Mother of Sin ! Rupua. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Thus then at last the Luck of Maurya throws A double-six to lost Criosda. RupuHa. Ho! The Luck of Maurya! The power of the deed. Criospa. I find thee, mother, at last. Life’s final flash Gleams through the storm. Rupua. l am found…
1904 · PDF PAGE 94
22 ARGONAUTAE JASON, And see! the ship Glides between walls of purple. MEDEA. The green land Cools the tired eyes. CHORUS. The rocks stand sentinel. MEDEA. Let still the song that saved us gladden us. Lift up thy lyre, sweet Orpheus, on the sea. ORPHEUS. Over a sea like stainéd glass At sunset like a chrysopras:— Our smooth-oared vessel over-rides Crimson and green and purple tides. Between the rocky isles we pass, And greener islets gay with grass; Between the over-arching sides Our pinnace glides. Just by the Maenad-haunted hill Songs rise in…
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
… makes my face grey ; my senses swoon. Here, in the glamour of the moon, will not some pitying godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise ? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a savour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours. They grow in darkness ;…
1954 · PDF PAGE 220
…pped dictating, and began to converse. Then Fra. P. said: "Oh, if I could only dictate a book like The Tao Teh King!" Then he closed his eyes as if meditating. Just before I had noticed a change in his face, most extraordinary, as if he were no longer the same person; in fact, in the ten minutes we were talking he seemed to be any number of different people. I especially noticed the pupils of his eyes were so enlarged that the entire eye seemed black. (I tremble so and have such a quaking feeling inside, simply in thinking of last night, that I…
1898 · PDF PAGE 93
…ke angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies
1903 · PDF PAGE 89
THE THIRTIETH DAY “ For god’s sake, lords, convey my tristful Queen, For tears do stop the floodgates of her eyes.” King Henry IV. Bitter reproaches passed between us twain, Hers real, mine with sneering logic sewn Proving my trespass hardly half her own, Its cause ; I proved her how she made me fain And left me mad, and led through joy and pain To that unthinkable thing : I might atone No whit in this way : then that stubborn stone My heart grew tears : we were good friends again. Therefore at night I added nothing new : Only a little while I …
1910 · PDF PAGE 391
…is teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns the immeasurable wild. Twelve days: the end. Afar he spies The mountains stooping to the plain ; A little s…
1910 · PDF PAGE 391
…is teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns the immeasurable wild. Twelve days: the end. Afar he spies The mountains stooping to the plain ; A little s…
1910 · PDF PAGE 97
…ips like a sunset for languor, My skin like a moonrise of pearls. Ah ! but like stars in the deep Deep of the night, and asleep, Are the eyes that await thee, and weep.
1928 · PDF PAGE 134
… soil. There are women who fill one with desire to conquer them and to enjoy them, but she makes me wish to die by inches underneath her eyes.
1905 · PDF PAGE 17
… his heart and mind Broken and yet imperishable, blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stoop’d o’er the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the sweet odour dulled his brain, and sleep Loosened his limbs, most dreamless and most deep. The mosses serve .him for a bed ; the trees Wa…
1905 · PDF PAGE 84
…leep are unfurled, The moon in the east is rekindled, The hope of the passionate world. The stars for a token of glory Flash fire in the eyes of the night, And the holy immaculate story Of Heaven is flushed into light. For the night has a whisper to wake us, And the sunset a blossom to kiss, And the silences secretly take us To the well of the water that is?; For the darkness is pregnant with being, As earth that is glad of the rain, And the eyes? that are silent and seeing Are free of the trammels of pain. Like light through the portals they ?…
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
…s ! She steals toward me, the tigress sleek and fierce ! Destroying devil, with long sinuous hands And hate triumphant in blue-murderous eyes ! I nerve myself to spring upon and pierce With maddening fangs those firm white bosom towers, To tear those lithe voluptuous limbs apart And glut my ravening soul with vengeance. Heart Quickens as she draws near ; the scent of flowers Breathes round her damnéd presence. Shall she live To triumph with those tainted lips of song— She whispered “ Dearest, I have kept thee long ” I flung myself before her, “…
1899 · PDF PAGE 169
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 147 DE PROFUNDIS. LOOD, mist, and foam, then darkness. On my eyes | Sits heaviness, the poor worn body lies Devoid of nerve and muscle ; it were death Save for the heart that throbs, the breast that sighs. The brain reels drowsily, the mind is dulled, Deadened and drowned by noises that are lulled By the harsh poison of the hateful breath. All sense and sound and seeing is annulled. Within a body dead a deadened brain Beats with the burden of a shameful! pain, The sullen agony that dares to think, And think through sleep, …
1903 · PDF PAGE 42
…tude We all assume—or else are posers. Such winners are the surest losers. I paint her picture, recognise— Dare you ?—one glimmer of her eyes Like yours, one shimmer of her skin Like that your flesh is hidden in, One laugh upon her lips enough Like yours for me to recollect, Remind, recall, hint? Never! Stuff! 40