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1903 · PDF PAGE 88

Alice: An Adultery

… DAY “ Persevere in that clear way thou goest, And the gods strengthen thee.” Pericles. Linked in the tiny shelf upon the ship, My blind eyes burned into her mild ones : limbs Twined to each other while fine dew bedims Their quivering skins : lip fastened unto lip : Whole soul and body frenzied meet and clip ; And the breath staggers, and the life-blood swims ! Terrible gods chant black demoniac hymns As the frail cords of honour strain and slip. For in the midst of that tremendous tide The mighty vigour of a god was mine ! Drunk with desire, h…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 39

The Winged Beetle

…ve lies evermore. She is of the faery blood ; All smaragdine flows its flood. Glowing in the amber sky To ensorcelled porphyry. She hath eyes of glittering flake Like a cold grey water-snake.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 92

Sir Palamedes

… the blood shall run right chill —And is not death the Lord of Rest ?) There as he basks upon the cliff He yearns toward the Beast ; his eyes Are moist with love; his lips are fain

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1913 · PDF PAGE 190

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…st fire... . Oh, woe! Oh, woe to me that have seen this, Oh, woe unutterable! the last long kiss Hath slain me, O thou nymph with wanton eyes! And now the sunlight dies A moment from the skies Over the Abyss. . . .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 190

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…st fire... . Oh, woe! Oh, woe to me that have seen this, Oh, woe unutterable! the last long kiss Hath slain me, O thou nymph with wanton eyes! And now the sunlight dies A moment from the skies Over the Abyss. . . .

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1922 · PDF PAGE 107

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…es’ business would mean something like a quarter of a million at least, on the most conservative calculations, as I had seen with my own eyes. And that was all clear profit, so there was no reason in the world why one shouldn’t spend it in a sensible way. Mr. Wolfe himself had emphasised the difficulty of getting satisfactory investments in these times. He told me how many people were putting their money into diamonds and furs which always keep their value, whereas government securities and that sort of thing are subject to unexpected taxation,…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 54

The Winged Beetle

… matched the odd : No word I wrote Therein, but sealed it with the signet of the goat. XXXII This also I seal up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind ! Thou may’st behold Within the wheel (that alway seems to spin All ways) a point of static gold. Then may’st thou out therewith, and fit it in That extreme sphere Whose boundless farness makes it infinitely near.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 178

The World’s Tragedy

…ls, And the blotchy beast that suckled me Squats like a toad, and shamelessly Ogles the crowd of bystanders With those wicked glittering eyes of hers. Perched high above me the foul bird My father belches his lewd word, Triumphant in his scheme’s success That binds the globe in bitterness. Blithe, the hag and the baboon Frisk it to the tuneless tune Of a sow that drums upon A half-rotted skeleton. Round me stretch the busy lines Of architects at their designs — Brothels, jails and hospitals, Legislatures, arsenals,

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1898 · PDF PAGE 48

White Stains

…pe kisses in the softer hours When love is perfect blossom of sweet flowers, Are shadowed glances of pure lovelight rays From clear blue eyes, are wonderful caresses When love is golden autumn of sweet fruit. What other worship can usurp my days When I may lie amid her sunny tresses Enraptured by the music of her lute One long calm love, one heart’s delight always ? 2 Bright spheres of heaven, firefly gleams, fair ghosts Laugh lightly to the silver globe of night That glitters on green fields, and on the sea

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1905 · PDF PAGE 135

Orpheus

…iles quiver! Beneath the waves his life represses For ever and for ever! I knew the danger of the deed The while enrapt, I gladdened. My eyes upon the dancer feed As one by daylight saddened After long night whose slumbers bleed, By dreams deceived and maddened ! It might be—the delusive dance, The shadowy form I saw, Apollo’s misty quivering lance Thrown to elude God’s law ; It might be—doth the maid advance, Evanish, or withdraw? So stung by certainty’s mistrust, Or tranced in dream of sin, Or blinded by some Panic dust, By Dionysian din — De…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 71

The Winged Beetle

… fair As day and brighter than the moon And all the gold stung in her hair ; And all the dawn of May—of June !— Kindled her cheeks ; her eyes were blue As all Thy skies, as all Thy seas. Her mouth—Oh God ! her mouth that slew Imagination’s ecstasies !

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1898 · PDF PAGE 46

Jephthah

…try lacks not reward. And now the sun is up: for Israel, march! JARED. Good luck be with your spears ; and homecoming Gladden victorious eyes ere set of sun. [Exeunt Jephthah and Soldiers. Enter Eleazar, Ahinoam, Chorus of Elders. CHORUS. The sun is past meridian. No sound Of trampling hoofs assails th’ unquiet wind, Nor trembles in the pillared echo-places, And windy corridors of pathless snow. But let us wait, expecting victory. No fugitive returns, nor messenger : They have not shocked together, or perchance The grim fight rolls its sickenin…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 34

White Stains

…t With fear of the world’s thought, and lips of love Pale at that spectre, imminent, immense, Cold Chastity, the child of Impotence, And eyes grow dim with grey distrust thereof. Forget, dear heart, forget ; life’s glow is sweet : Come to a lover’s arms that grow divine At the first eloquent embrace of thine, While pulses in wild unison warmly beat. 2 I know a valley walled with glistening steep Of fire-hewn rock, and stately cliff of ice,

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1898 · PDF PAGE 89

White Stains

… sting ! This is the end of every man’s desire. The burden of bought boys. Behold, dear Lord, How plump their buttocks be, lift up Thine eyes, See how their cocks stand at an amorous word, How their lips suck out life until love dies, See, Lord, Thou knowest, how wearily one lies Cursing the lusts that fail, the deeds that tire ; Shrunk is San Cresce to a sorry size. This is the end of every man’s desire.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 122

White Stains

…strous in our love, our bed, Soothes me with strong desire, Strong but availing nothing—black and red Thy body gleams, as fire Thy great eyes burn, thy lips respire It seems unnatural breath within their tomb. Ah ! the red portals of thy dusky womb, Wherein my loves expire, ’ Twixt thy black breasts to rise, kissed hard by thee Till joy flows full once more, salt river to sweet sea. Fairer than roses are thy swarthy cheeks, Thine hair more sharp than gold ; Purple is warmer than mere red, when seeks My love thy lips to hold. Ah Queen ! that oth…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 72

Tale of Archais

… is More fresh than lilies, whose divine embrace Flushes the creamy pallor of her face, And, even in those depths of azure sea Where her eyes dwell, bids them glint amorously, While the intense hushed music of his breath Sighs, till her longing grows divine as death— So, fairer far, drew dawn on Ida’s grove. The young sun rose, whose burning lips of love Kissed the green steeps, whose beamy locks of flame Brushed o’er the dewy pastures, with acclaim Of tuneful thrushes shrill with mountain song, And noise of nightingales, and murmur long— A sig…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 93

The Winged Beetle

83 DISAPPOINTMENT (AN ESSAY IN TACTICS) “ A FEMALE eunuch-a stale courtesan With a Jew’s hook, fat lips, and goggle eyes Wrinkled with grime and lust—so any man May maul you ; there’s a scarcity of vice ! A woman’s soul is in her ovaries ; Cut those, that flies. O salt and shallow pan Of verminous moisture !—bathe in thee, forsooth ? Age and consummate pox, avoid my youth ! ” I would have loved you—so I love to love— Wrapped you in beauty ! Lucid gauze of rime Had made your limbs go glimmering down through time, A gracious ghost ; the soiled an…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 15

Household Gods

…th stings as no scorpion ever stang. In this round impudent smiling face of mine There is a poison fiercer than all wines And from these eyes more subtle sorrows pour Than you can dream. These teeth have been at grips With gods; I have sung what no girl ever sang. ‘These ears have heard An insufferable word! Crassus, ‘What do you mean?

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1912 · PDF PAGE 27

Household Gods

… foam; ‘The storm is awake, and the billows comb. But though I be ‘Their frenzy of glee, I am also the passionless soul of the sea! Mine eyes glint fire, And my cruel lips curl; ‘Mine the desire Of the god and the girl; But fierier and fteeter, And subtler and sweeter Than the race of the rhythm, the march of the metre, Is the shrilling, sbrilling Of the knife in the killing That ends, when it must, (O the throb and the thrust!) In death, in the dust, The silence, the stillness, of satiate lust, The solemn pause ‘When the veil withdraws And man…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 104

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…se May find a Spartan flower . III . When I go down the Gloucester lanes My friends are deaf and blind : Fast as they turn their foolish eyes The Mænads leap behind , And when I hear the fire - winged feet , They only hear the wind .

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