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…verlaid with beaten gold, Stands in the gloom ; the stealthy tune Of singing maidens overbold Desires mad mysteries untold, With strange eyes kindling, as the fleet Implacable untiring feet Weave mystic figures manifold That draw down angels to behold The moving music, and the fire Of their intolerable desire. W
…n me!) all the red Raving round you like a glory shed Upon the excellent wonder of your head; The blue all massed within your marvellous eyes; The gold a curtain of their harmonies As in a master canvas of de Ryn;' But ever central glowed the royal sun, A miracle cartouche upon the edge Of the opalescent waters slantwise seen. This oval sealed with grave magnificence Stamped you my queen. Thus looked your lips to one Who stood a casual on life’s slippery ledge, A blind bat hanging from the tree of sense Head downward, gorged with sweet banana j…
… I was all alone I found a wondrous little stone. It lay forgotten on the road Far from the ways of man's abode. When on this stone mine eyes I cast I saw my Treasure found at last. —--0 stone, so red and rare and wise! 0 fragment of far Paradise l ” MACHEN.
…ar beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly. These were our ways. And who shall know? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories? Shall lovers whisper ‘Even so 26
…y singular impression on me. There was something indefinably Mongolian about her face. The planes were flat ; the cheek-bones high ; the eyes oblique; the nose wide, short, and vital; the mouth a long, thin, rippling curve like a mad sunset. The eyes were tiny and green with a piquant elfin expression. Her hair was curiously colourless; it was very abundant; she had wound great ropes about her head. It reminded me of the armature of a dynamo. It produced a weird effect—this mingling of the savage Mongol with the savage Norseman type. Her strang…
…r maid. In half-an-hour she was asleep. In the morning she went in to see her friend. She found her lying on the bed, still dressed, her eyes red and haggard. She had not slept all night. Amy Brough on the contrary, was still asleep in the arm-chair. When she was roused, she only muttered: "something about a journey in a letter." Then she suddenly shook herself and went off without a word to her place of business in Bond [16] Street. For she was the representative of one of the great Paris dressmaking houses. Lavinia King never knew how it was …
…elody; the forest Treasures in its glades the sighs I utter. Yet I may be happy, storing honey Lover's lips hold, gathering the sunlight Eyes and hair have kept for me, delighting In the bells far-off, in yonder thrushes, In the tawny songster of the forest, In the stream’s song, in the words of passion Ringing true and deep and most enduring, Echoes of the deeper words unspoken In the hearts of two undying lovers. Will they pierce one day to other nations Clear and strong and triumphing? It may be. Then we shall not envy you, my Horace! 223
…lter, Whose love is merged and molten into thee, Nor incense sweeter be by shrine or altar For you and me. . . . . . . . But like dove’s eyes where glamour lies a-dwelling, Like sweet well-water rising in the well, Strong steep black currents thrust up, flooding, welling, Into the moonlight, swift, adorable,— So kisses cluster, so our bosoms swelling Abide and dwell. . . . . . . . 63
…ntiope Best paints you how she lay. And I Loved her, and passed the matter by ; Ending at last, one may dare say, In thinking that those eyes of grey Meant naught, suspected naught, were blind, Expressed the vacancy behind. So life went on. One winter day So silent and so still she lay That I took cold, regarding her. I rose, I wrapped myself in fur ; Then came to her, my thought untold Being that she, too, might be cold. I laid my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah you have guessed. Right. She was dead, quite dead. And so You see, frie…
…r. Let him understand that in Mr. Stuart we have not merely the wise man, or the strong man, or the good man, but the necessary man. The eyes are clear, the heart is pure, and the hand works in entire harmony with them. When the anarchy which exists in this country becomes obvious to its people, and the dictator is required to bring order out of chaos, they have only to turn to the portrait at the commencement of this volume, and exclaim: Ecce Homo!
…ound Cockie sprawling on the bed in the depth of dejection. He did not move whenI came in. I ran to him and covered him with kisses. His eyes were heavy and swollen and his nose was running. I gave him my handkerchief and pulled him up. His clothes were all rumpled and of course he hadn’t shaved. I couldn't resist the temptation of teasing my darling. My love had come back in flood. I tingled with the pain of feeling that he did not respond. I hugged the pain to my heart. My blood beat hard with the joy of power. I held him in my hand. One dain…
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 125 Il. HER STORY. E did not kiss me with his mouth; his eyes Kissed mine, and mine kissed back; it was not wise, But yet he had the strength to leave me ; so I was so glad he loved enough to go. My arms could never have released his neck ; He saved our honour from a single speck. And so he went away; and fate inwove The bitterest of treason for our love. For scarce two days when sickness took the King, And death tissolved the violence of the ring, I ruled alone; I left my palace gate To see if Love should have the laugh a…
TELEPATHY 69 Our eyes were sunk in black eclipse To rise in glittering trances : Our belly-muscles tight as whips By dint of Arab dances ! Yea ; all our love is glittering steel Sharpened on tortures aching wheel. My Dorothy ! my Dorothy ! Our mouths were wried and bleeding. Loves eucharistic mystery ! Their suckling lips were feeding At the black breasts of ecstasy, Of ecstasy exceeding ! Yea ; at the paps of Isis we Drained starry milk of ecstasy. O thou close-fitted to my soul, Close-fitted to my skin, Moving as one delicious whole Without…
…my lover, my delight !) Have all died down ; And in the darkness, clear As the dawn’s transient light Are thy lips, live at last ; Thine eyes, aflame at the red holocaust Of me thou gloatest over. See, I draw close, (O vital, murder-loving lover !) And all my being flows In a flood to my lips, and I kiss kiss kiss Madly, madly kiss, Out of rhythm, out of rime, Out of space, sense, time, Thy mouth — and I am thine : Sealed, sealed at last, enthroned upon The very star thou ridest on. O wine ! o wine ! Wine of thy luminous body rushing, gushing,
…nce " I think — and then I wonder why I thought of that . Perhaps I try To listen , and I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb . . . Then suddenly The music grips me , thrills to me With little shudders up my flesh , Like sunsparks where the wind is fresh , That scatter out across a lake , When day is new and just awake . 208
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 125 Il. HER STORY. E did not kiss me with his mouth; his eyes Kissed mine, and mine kissed back; it was not wise, But yet he had the strength to leave me ; so I was so glad he loved enough to go. My arms could never have released his neck ; He saved our honour from a single speck. And so he went away; and fate inwove The bitterest of treason for our love. For scarce two days when sickness took the King, And death tissolved the violence of the ring, I ruled alone; I left my palace gate To see if Love should have the laugh a…
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 119 THE HONOURABLE ADULTERERS. I, HIS STORY. LOOKED beneath her eyelids, where her eyes Like stars were deep, and dim like summer skies ; I looked beneath their lashes; and behold! My own thought mirrored in their maiden gold. Shame drew to them to cloud their light with lies, . And shrank back shamed ; and Love waxed bright and bold. | ) The devilish circle of the fiery ring Became one moment like a littlé thing, And Truth and God were'near us to withdraw The veil of Love’s unalterable law. - We feared no fury of the jeal…
…you sing ; Feel how it overmasters and o'erwhelms, The growing pang of hunger for a kiss ! TannhAuser. Brood evil, then, in your amazing eyes, That I may see the serpent grow in you ; As I were just the bird upon the bough— So let the twittering grow faint and still. And let me fall, fall into the abyss. Your arms—a culminating ecstasy, H 57
…a sweet hot body’s rush Lithe to embrace him, and a cataract Of amber-scented hair hissing about His head, and in the darkness two great eyes Flaming above him, and the whole face filled
… have I found! No! Life thrills in me; Vibrates on the lyre; The Fates still spin me Their thread of desire : Still, woo and win me Soft eyes, and the dire Low fervour of sensual phrase, song kin to the nether- most fire! 94