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Page 37 of 1121907 · PDF PAGE 321
314 THE STAR IN THE WEST beauty of bodies, nor the glory which passes , nor the light which our eyes love ; it is not the varied harmony of sweet songs , nor the aroma of perfumes and sweet flowers , nor the voluptuous joys of carnal embraces. No , it is none of these that I love when I love my God ; and yet in this love I find a light , an inner voice , a perfume, a savour , an em brace of a kind which does not leave the inmost of myself . There in the depths of the soul glows something which is not in space, there a word is heard which has no…
1910 · PDF PAGE 171
…ntal mutter- ing is not yet absolutely automatic. 15th. By the five signs my Nadi are now purified.| But this appears to me as unlikely. Eyes on tip of nose. 5 minutes. The nose grows very filmy and the rest of the field of vision loses its uprightness and is continually sliding into itself across itself. A most annoying phenomenon. Nadi-Yama. 15 minutes. This becomes easier, Mental Muttering of Aum Shivayavashi. On the 17th August P. and MAitrananda left Colombo and journeyed to Kandy; Swami MAitrananda more particularly for his health; but P.…
1910 · PDF PAGE 171
…ntal mutter- ing is not yet absolutely automatic. 15th. By the five signs my Nadi are now purified.| But this appears to me as unlikely. Eyes on tip of nose. 5 minutes. The nose grows very filmy and the rest of the field of vision loses its uprightness and is continually sliding into itself across itself. A most annoying phenomenon. Nadi-Yama. 15 minutes. This becomes easier, Mental Muttering of Aum Shivayavashi. On the 17th August P. and MAitrananda left Colombo and journeyed to Kandy; Swami MAitrananda more particularly for his health; but P.…
1898 · PDF PAGE 86
…ite air of the lea, All the bright sea is aflame, and the caps of it, golden or hoary, Leap in the light of the sun, in the light of the eyes of the sea. Triumph is born like a flower, and the soul of the adept is free. 76
1901 · PDF PAGE 31
…llow ; They sleep in the cold and the sun ; They fight, and the Englishmen follow— The odds are as twenty to one ! Hide, hide thy bright eyes, O Apollo ! The murder is done.* The stones should arise to declare it, Their terror and tyrannous reign ! The earth be unable to bear it, Gape wide, for her motherly pain ! Shalt thou, O Columbia, share it, The shame and the stain ? Your stripes are the stripes of dishonour ; Your stars are cast down from the sky ; While earth has this burden upon her, Your eagle unwilling to fly ! Loose, loose the wide …
1905 · PDF PAGE 47
…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 To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, another poet’s heart to gnaw With dubious remorse. Oh ! flame of torturing flower- love ! sacrament Of Satan, triple element of mystery and love and shame, Green, gold, and crimson, in my heart you strive wi…
1909 · PDF PAGE 225
…NORMITA Mourn, O Mznads, mourn! Surely your comfort is over: All we laugh at you lorn. Ours are the poppies and clover! O that mouth and eyes, Mischievous, male, alluring! O that twitch of the thighs Dorian past enduring! Where is wisdom now? Where the sage and his doubt? Surely the sweat of the brow Hath driven the demon out. Surely the scented sleep That crowns the equal war Is wiser than only to weep— To weep for evermore ! Now, at the crown of the year, The decadent days of October, I come to thee, God, without fear; Pious, chaste, and sobe…
1909 · PDF PAGE 225
…NORMITA Mourn, O Mznads, mourn! Surely your comfort is over: All we laugh at you lorn. Ours are the poppies and clover! O that mouth and eyes, Mischievous, male, alluring! O that twitch of the thighs Dorian past enduring! Where is wisdom now? Where the sage and his doubt? Surely the sweat of the brow Hath driven the demon out. Surely the scented sleep That crowns the equal war Is wiser than only to weep— To weep for evermore ! Now, at the crown of the year, The decadent days of October, I come to thee, God, without fear; Pious, chaste, and sobe…
1910 · PDF PAGE 50
…lixir when Life’s pale wine foams and splashes over his imagination’s rim! El] Arabi! El Arabi! El Arabi! witch-amber and obsidian Thine eyes are, to ensorcell me, and leonine thy male caress. Will not God grant us Paradise to end the music Earth began? We play with loaded dice! He cannot choose but raise right hand to bless. EI Arabi! El Arabi! Great is the love of God and man While I am trembling in thine arms, wild wanderer of the wilderness! El Arabi! Hiitpa NorFo_k. 38
1910 · PDF PAGE 50
…lixir when Life’s pale wine foams and splashes over his imagination’s rim! El] Arabi! El Arabi! El Arabi! witch-amber and obsidian Thine eyes are, to ensorcell me, and leonine thy male caress. Will not God grant us Paradise to end the music Earth began? We play with loaded dice! He cannot choose but raise right hand to bless. EI Arabi! El Arabi! Great is the love of God and man While I am trembling in thine arms, wild wanderer of the wilderness! El Arabi! Hiitpa NorFo_k. 38
1929 · PDF PAGE 9
…dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soûl that startles in eyes of blue VII
1906 · PDF PAGE 97
…vin ! No misery, no despair may pay * The joy to hold thee for a day ! JASON. Athena’s servant recks not much of Ares. PELIAS. Are thine eyes kindled at thought ? the golden JASON. Mine eyes see farther than the Fleece of Gold. PELIAS. What heroes can attain so fair a thing? JASON. I have some friends who would esteem this quest Lightly—a maiden’s pleasure-wandering Through lilied fields a summer’s afternoon. PELIAS. The Gods give strength! I pray them send thee back Safe to this throne. JASON. I will not see thy face Ever again until the quest…
1929 · PDF PAGE 234
…d Cyril coldly "is my unavailing regret." But Lord Juventius Mellor frustrated the effect of this impolitic speech. He fixed his languid eyes upon the red face of the veteran, and his voice came in a soft caressing whisper. "Pardon me; do let us be unofficial for five minutes more!" "Well, boy?" "I think it's only fair to let General Foch enjoy the joke. I hear he has been depressed lately." "He might not take it so easily. The French do [328] not care to be played with when their country is at stake." "He can only shoot poor Cyril, mon vieux! …
1899 · PDF PAGE 81
… ARCHAIS 73 Freedom regained, more manly grows the brow ; He is again the free, the bold, the lover ! Far oer the green his new-starred eyes discover A kirtle glancing in the breeze, a foot That lightly dances, though the skies be mute Of music. Forth she flies, the distant dove, And calls the woodland birds to sing of love ; Forth leaps the stag and calls his mates ; the stream Flashes a silver sunbeam, a gold gleam Of leaping laughter, that the fish may know The goodly tidings ; all the woodlands glow With olive and pure silver and red gold,…
1899 · PDF PAGE 12
…on round me as a vine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him, and my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk - I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognizing me, And love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. . And I, I knew not anything, but know We…
1907 · PDF PAGE 30
…nd night, a virgin bowed and curled, Stand at the foot; their ardours pale Systole and diastole of the world! With life impearled (their eyes absorb) They visibly sustain the orb. Then let the tower in seven tiers Rise in its splendour marmorean, Unite the chill divided years In plain perception of the aeon. Cry clear the paean! Its tunes recoil About thy flanks, O Tower of Toil. Below be miners fashioned fair, And all that labour in the sea Sepulchred from the ambient air, A fatal weird of dole to dree. No time to be, no light to live, Earth’s…
1912 · PDF PAGE 13
But oh! the eyes of shame! Beneath The tall pavilion’s sapphire shade There sport a band with wand and wreath, Languorous boy and laughing maid. And in the centre is a sight Of hateful love and shameless shame: A recreant Abyssinian knight Sports grossly with a wanton dame. How black and swinish is the knave! His hellish grunt, his bestial grin; Her trilling laugh, her gesture suave, The cool sweat swimming on her skin ! She looks and laughs upon the knight, Then turns to buss the blubber mouth, Draining the dregs of that black blight Of wine t…
1912 · PDF PAGE 41
VIII A PICTURE THE slim brown fingers kiss the Viol—strings, Dark, narrow eyes pierce to the soul within ; What slow enchanted joy reverie brings Το him, the lover of the violin; Sorrow or joy: or saintliness or sin To him are one, if only he may win Unto the heart, the hidden heart that sings What grave old histories, what mysterious things I So there he squats to find the hidden flaw In the dark doorway. God ! I see him yet With aweless face that yet reflects the awe Of something greater than the music’s fret; On the dark soul within his thought…
1912 · PDF PAGE 41
VIII A PICTURE THE slim brown fingers kiss the Viol—strings, Dark, narrow eyes pierce to the soul within ; What slow enchanted joy reverie brings Το him, the lover of the violin; Sorrow or joy: or saintliness or sin To him are one, if only he may win Unto the heart, the hidden heart that sings What grave old histories, what mysterious things I So there he squats to find the hidden flaw In the dark doorway. God ! I see him yet With aweless face that yet reflects the awe Of something greater than the music’s fret; On the dark soul within his thought…
1906 · PDF PAGE 87
THE FORTY-FIRST DAY SI THE THIRTY-NINTH DAY. ‘* Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible.”’ Venus and Adonis, Nore from this day no possible event. All secrets told, and all desires fulfilled Primitive passion of our soul have killed. .We dwell within a calmer element Perfectly pure and perfectly content. The subtler splendour of our love has stilled Those sombre glories that it never willed, Those giant meanings that it never meant. Fire only is our substance; there we dwell, The Salamandrine with the Salaman…