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Page 32 of 1121910 · PDF PAGE 449
…n a magick moan; His head bows to the crownéd goat. His wand makes curves and spires in air; The smoke of incense curls and quivers; His eyes fix in a glass-cold stare: The land of Egypt rocks and shivers! “Lo! by thy Gods, O God, I vow To burn the authentic bones and blood Of curst Osiris even now To the dark Nile’s upsurging flood! I cast thee down, oh crowned and throned! To black Amennti’s void profane. Until mine anger be atoned Thou shalt not ever rise again.” 73
1910 · PDF PAGE 449
…n a magick moan; His head bows to the crownéd goat. His wand makes curves and spires in air; The smoke of incense curls and quivers; His eyes fix in a glass-cold stare: The land of Egypt rocks and shivers! “Lo! by thy Gods, O God, I vow To burn the authentic bones and blood Of curst Osiris even now To the dark Nile’s upsurging flood! I cast thee down, oh crowned and throned! To black Amennti’s void profane. Until mine anger be atoned Thou shalt not ever rise again.” 73
1928 · PDF PAGE 57
…pirit, some demon of unlucky accident, were to come and say to me, What are you looking at with such intensity? What do you seek in the eyes of this being? Do you see there the time? Ah, spend-thrift and do-nothing mortal! I should reply unhesitatingly yes, I see the time; it is eternity. Now, Madam, is not that a really meritori- ous madrigal, and as pompous as yourself? In good sooth, I have taken so much pleasure in embroidering this pretentious piece of gallantry that I shall ask you for nothing in return.
1928 · PDF PAGE 102
I looked sharply into his eyes, and was as- tounded to see that they shone with the lustre of incontestable sincerity. Then I saw clearly how it was; he had wished to combine philan- thropy and business, to gain a florin and Gods heart; to acquire Heaven at a bargain-counter and the title of philanthropist free of charge. I could almost have pardoned him the criminal enjoyment of which I had just supposed him capable; I should have found it curious, singu- lar, that he should amuse himself by placing a poor man in a false position; but I will …
1930 · PDF PAGE 76
…ument of knowledge, independent of the personality of its possessor. One must treat it exactly as one treats one’s electroscope or one’s eyes; one influence of one’s wishes. A physician calls in a colleague to attend to his own family, knowing that personal anxiety may dérangé his judgment. A microscopist who trusts his eyes when his pet theory is at stake may falsify the facts, and find too late that he has made a fool of himself. In the case of initiation itself, history is scarred with the wounds inflicted by this Dagger. It reminds us const…
1899 · PDF PAGE 141
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…
1903 · PDF PAGE 56
XXIV Now your grave eyes are filled with tears; Your hands are trembling in my own ; The slow voice falls upon my ears, An undulating monotone. Your lips are gathered up to mine; Your bosom heaves with fearful breath ; Your scent is keen as floral wine, Inviting me, and love, to death. You, whom I kept, a sacred shrine, Will fling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away. There is yet a pang: they give me this Who can; and you who could have failed? Is it too late to extend the kiss? Too lat…
1904 · PDF PAGE 79
…swiftly leap the live lyre forth! Else we are all enchanted—yet to me This song is nowise lovely. But in him I note the live look of the eyes leap up, And all his love for me forgotten straight At the mere echo of that tune. ORPHEUS. Hark, friends! Aea’s tune—my Colchian harbour-song! I hear the waters faint and far, And look to where the Polar Star, Half hidden in the haze, divides The double chanting of the tides;
1904 · PDF PAGE 66
…on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! How soft she breathes ! How tender Her eyes beam down on me ! How slender
1910 · PDF PAGE 92
…Of sorceries, of spells, of necromancies And all my spirit shudders ; dew bedims My sightthese girls and their alluring glances ! Their eyes that burn like dawns lascivious lances Waking all earth to loveto love ! Life skims The cream of joy. If God could see what man sees, (Intoxicating Nellies, Mauds, and Nances !) I see Him leave the sapphirine expanses, The choir serene and the celestial air To swoon into their sacramental hair !
1910 · PDF PAGE 151
… as thou my flame, O wingéd globe of serpents twined, O sun of glory in my skies ! O subtle spirit of my mind ! O ardent rapture of mine eyes ! Thou secret centre, motion, rest : Come to my breast ! Come to my breast ! THE POINT I am the Lord of Heaven, and I Am secretly arrayed and robed In all the azure abyss of sky By serpents wingéd, wound and globed. Thou art the Infinite of space, Thou the blue-lidded love of air ! I burn to kiss the exultant face, To grip the body bent and bare. O music ! to my silence be ! I come to thee ! I come to th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 123
…7 So swift the air she seems to skim One’s senses dazzle ; wonder glows Warm in one’s veins like love-—who knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light 0’ limb. LAGE D’ATIRAIN. FRESH in the savage vivour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The …
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…ame Burning in dawny groves ; thy name Like dew upon the hills became, And all thy mind a star most bright ; And, following with wakeful eyes The strait meridian of the wise, My feet tread under stars and skies ; My spirit soars and seeks and flies, a child of light. Thus eager, may my purpose stand Firm as the faith of honest hand, Nor change like castles built of sand Until the sweet unchanging end. Happy not only that my eye Single and strong may win the sky, But that one day the birds that fly Heard your fair friendship call me by the name …
1901 · PDF PAGE 59
…VE, MELANCHOLY, DESPAIR.1 EEP melancholy—O, the child of folly !— Looms on my brow, a perched ancestral bird ; Black are its plumes, its eyes are melancholy, It speaks no word. Like to a star, deep beauty’s avatar Pales in the dusky skies so far above : Seven rays of gladness crown its passionate star, One heart of love. The fringing trees, marge of deep-throated seas, Move as I walk : like spectres whispering The spaces of them : let me leave the trees— It is not spring ! Spring—no ! but dying autumn fast and flying, Sere leaves and frozen rob…
1903 · PDF PAGE 9
THE STAR AND THE GARTER I HAT sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my queen ? In dewfall of our glance hath come The chill of sunset in hot lands ’Mid iris and chrysanthemum. Well do I know the shaken sands Within the surf, the beaten bar Of coral, the white nenuphar Of moonrise stealing o’er the bay. So here’s the darkness, and the day Sinks, and a chill clusters, and I Wrap close the cloak : then is it so To-day, you rose-gleam on the snow, My own true lover ? Ardently I dare not look: I never looked So: that you know. But ins…
1910 · PDF PAGE 225
…ss For thee, foul woman, cruel from idleness. To whet thy teeth at this ferocious play Thy rat-trap needs a mans heart every day. Thine eyes, lit up like shops or booths that flare When all the world keeps holiday, still glare, Using a borrowed power with insolence, Ignoring beautys law that lent them sense. Blind wheel and deaf, of Hell in travail curled ! Brave tool that drinks the blood of all the world ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm ? Hath not the vastness of the evil thing Thou th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 101
James Elroy Flecker . ONE OF THE WOMEN O turn your eyes to where your children stand . Is not Bagdad the beautiful ? O stay ! THE MERCHANTS ( in chorus) We take the Golden Road to Samarkand . AN OLD MAN Have you not girls and garlands in your homes , Eunuchs and Syrian boys at your command ? Seek not excess : God hateth him who roams ! THE MERCHANTS (in chorus) We make the golden journey to Samarkand. A PILGRIM WITH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells When shadows pass gigantic on the sand, And softly through the sil…
1922 · PDF PAGE 247
…f my soul. I am so bitter, bitter cold. Yet I can’t stand the room. Peter is lying helplessly on the couch. He follows me about with his eyes. He seems to be afraid that he will be caught out in something. It’s like it was when we had dope. Though we knew we were taking it, offering it to each other openly, yet whenever we took it ourselves, we were afraid lest the other should know. I think he has something that he wants to hide away, and is trying to get me out of the room so that I shan’t know where he has put it. Well, I don’t care, I’m not…
1898 · PDF PAGE 125
…ang ; I spat upon his reeking corse ; I licked the spear ; my feet were shod With iron as I kicked my God. Such frightful fancies dim my eyes— I can remember how his side Lay open for a lover’s prize— I violate the Crucified ! Hell shrieks with impious laugh ; they sing A mad lewd chant ; Hell hails me king ! So runs my dream ; but what am I ? A lover by a Jewess’ bed, A lover waiting wistfully For his desires to be fed ; His only lust—a lover’s bliss, And with no language but a kiss ! In her loose lusts I find again The memory of that dream go…
1899 · PDF PAGE 111
…, the house of rain, Deeper than ocean, dark As dawn before the lark Flings his sharp song to skyward, and is fain To light his lampless.eyes At the flower-folded skies Where stars are hidden in the blue, £0 fill His beak with star-dropt dew, His little heart anew With love and song to swell it to his will ; Holy as heaven, the place Before the golden face Of God is very silent at the dawn. The even keel is keen To flash the waves between, But no soft moving current is withdrawn : We float upon the blue Like sunlight specks in dew, And like the…