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Page 41 of 1061911 · PDF PAGE 94
…any a time I have fetched water from the well by— LAYLAH. Abdul Khan! take out this prating hag and beat her soundly. Fatma! this is the last time I leave thy lying tongue in that camel—lipped old face of an unbelieving Jinneeyah! [The emam/z drags her om‘, streaming and sea/ding. What news ? What news? LEDMIYA [at the window]. A horseman gallops from Jerusalem. LAYLAH Oh, quick, quick, quick, his tidings! For pity’s sake. Would it were the winged horse of brass! I am dis- tracted. Mind me not! I can wait. A queen must be able to wait. LEDMIYA.…
1907 · PDF PAGE 22
…e, and loose the tongue Tinkles delicate things, faint thoughts of a futile past— We are past on eagle wings, and the silence is here at last. The last low wail of the lyre, be it soft with a tear For the children of earth and fire that have brought us here. Give praise, O masterful maid, to Nina, and all as they die! The moon makes blackest of shade: the star’s in the swarthiest sky. | Be silent, O radiant martyr! Let the world fade slowly afar! | But—had it not been for the Garter, I might never have seen the Star. ON OTN ATNOOQN ETZEBEIZ TOT…
1909 · PDF PAGE 71
…nsible, and get a good night’s rest"—and perceived that it would be impossible. I am so far into this Operation that pausing to cast one last glance back O’er the safe road—’twas gone !
1910 · PDF PAGE 52
…ar|! There is no hope, none, in the corpse, in the tomb. But these—what are these that war in my womb? There is vengeance and triumph at last of Maat In Ra-Hoor-Khut and in Hoor-pa-Kraat! Twins they shall rise; being twins they are one, The Lord of the Sword and the Son of the Sun! Silence, coeval colleague of Voice, The plumes of Amoun—rejoice! Lo! I rejoice. I heal the sanguine scar Of slain Asar. I was the Past, Nature the Mother. He was the Present, Man my brother. Look to the Future, the Child—oh paean The Child that is crowned in the Lion…
1910 · PDF PAGE 52
…ar|! There is no hope, none, in the corpse, in the tomb. But these—what are these that war in my womb? There is vengeance and triumph at last of Maat In Ra-Hoor-Khut and in Hoor-pa-Kraat! Twins they shall rise; being twins they are one, The Lord of the Sword and the Son of the Sun! Silence, coeval colleague of Voice, The plumes of Amoun—rejoice! Lo! I rejoice. I heal the sanguine scar Of slain Asar. I was the Past, Nature the Mother. He was the Present, Man my brother. Look to the Future, the Child—oh paean The Child that is crowned in the Lion…
1912 · PDF PAGE 9
…here is the En- chantment) enough of it not to care any more whether I liked it or not. This with the coffee, and a cigar long enough to last through the scene that I was writing. If there is any imperfection in this scenethe third of the Third Actit is either the fault of the Veuve Clicquot, or my own fault. This went on very well for a while, and then fresh trouble arose. The Giaconda was stolen from the Louvre, and my thoughts were turned for the fraction of an aeon to Lionardo when the Devil sent a young lady (from the solitudes of Mount …
1928 · PDF PAGE 44
… she sought in the news- papers with quick glancing eyes, long since burnt out by tears, some news of powerful and personal interest. At last, in the afternoon, under a charming autumn sky, one of those skies whence de- scend the armies of regret and of remem- brance, she seated herself in a garden, aside, far from the crowd, to listen to one of those concerts whose regimental music the people of Paris so enjoy. That was doubtless the little debauch of this innocent old woman, or shall I say of this puri- fied old woman; the well-earned consola…
1911 · PDF PAGE 87
THE SCORPION —and at last he is hurled fighting into the hungry mouth of death. LAYLAH. The cloud grows. RINALDO. Indeed you love me, if you bid me waste no time. LAYLAH. Oh nol . . . I must respect you. You treat me as if I were a pebble in the sand. Nothing moves you. RINALDO. Love moves me‘ LAYLAH. We are opposites in all. RINALDO. So Nature hath ordained. Man hates his neighbour : but when he finds his opposite, he loves it. All joy is the warfare of enemies, from the clash of lance and sabre, when Saracen meets Christian on the plain to—this…
1911 · PDF PAGE 87
THE SCORPION —and at last he is hurled fighting into the hungry mouth of death. LAYLAH. The cloud grows. RINALDO. Indeed you love me, if you bid me waste no time. LAYLAH. Oh nol . . . I must respect you. You treat me as if I were a pebble in the sand. Nothing moves you. RINALDO. Love moves me‘ LAYLAH. We are opposites in all. RINALDO. So Nature hath ordained. Man hates his neighbour : but when he finds his opposite, he loves it. All joy is the warfare of enemies, from the clash of lance and sabre, when Saracen meets Christian on the plain to—this…
1898 · PDF PAGE 6
…pirit seeks its fierier goal ; In wells of heaven to quench my thirst, And take Gods hand among the first. I conquered self ; I grew at last A prophet chosen of the Lord ; I blew the trumpets iron blast That called on Zimri Omris sword ; My voice inflamed the fiery steel That was to smite upon Jezreel. And now, I haste from yonder sands, With fervour filled, to say Gods doom To Ahab of the bloody hands, The spoiler of his fathers tomb, The slayer of the vineyard king. Gods judgment, and his fate, I bring. The city gleams afar ; I see Sama…
1901 · PDF PAGE 61
…or exaltation; I must go Wailing and naked into the inane Cavernous shrineless place of misery, Forgetful, hateful, impotent, except The last initiation seize my soul, And fling me into Isis’ very self, The immortal, mortal. Let me know this night Whether my place is found among the stars That wander in the deep, or made secure As the high throne of her that dwells in heaven, Fruitful for life and death, Wisdom her name, 47
1904 · PDF PAGE 108
…, a world too wide For his shrunk prick : and his big manly piss, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all That ends this strange eventful history Is second impotence and mere castration : Sans prick, sans balls, sans stand, sans everything.
1913 · PDF PAGE 231
…hall not weary of thee; thou shalt sleep For ever on my breast, nor wake, nor weep. (xm) Still must I sing of thee? O Fate, delaying The last reward of unremitting toil, Give me the cup I crave! How shall my praying Avail me? For alas! I’ve neither oil, Nor wine, nor grape, nor corn, nor anything That may palliate thee! One only thing is mine, And that is but a sweet and bitter thing, Rarer than grape, or corn, or oil, or wine. I may not speak it. Yet my tongue still mutters Cravingly, eagerly, oh! desperately. What is the thing that still my g…
1913 · PDF PAGE 231
…hall not weary of thee; thou shalt sleep For ever on my breast, nor wake, nor weep. (xm) Still must I sing of thee? O Fate, delaying The last reward of unremitting toil, Give me the cup I crave! How shall my praying Avail me? For alas! I’ve neither oil, Nor wine, nor grape, nor corn, nor anything That may palliate thee! One only thing is mine, And that is but a sweet and bitter thing, Rarer than grape, or corn, or oil, or wine. I may not speak it. Yet my tongue still mutters Cravingly, eagerly, oh! desperately. What is the thing that still my g…
1906 · PDF PAGE 108
…ling the accursed field Until the furrows flamed across the sun, Treading whose glory stood Apollo’s self As witness of the deed. Then a last thrust Savage, drove them less savage to their stalls, And Jason turned and laughed. Then drew he out The dreadful teeth of woe, Cadmean stock Of Thebes’ old misery, and presently Pacing the furrowed field, he scattered them With muttered words of power athwart the course | Of the bright moon, due path of pestilence And terror. Ere the last bone fell to earth The accurséd harvest sprang to life. Armed men…
1906 · PDF PAGE 128
…speech strangled, His force null? Nay, verily ! These petty sins His mercy and long-suffering pardon. What final crime of horror wins At last His gracious heart to harden ? What one last infamy shall wake His anger, for His great Name’s sake? Is there one sin so horrible That no forgiveness can obtain, That flings apart the bars of hell, | For which repentance shall be vain? . Ay! but there is! One act of ruth Done in my rash unthinking youth ! Who wonders if I hold the scale. Poised in my deep deliberate mind, Between the weight of Zidon’s Baa…
1898 · PDF PAGE 47
…tands Now in his stirrups, and shouts loud, and waves A blade triumphant. Now the weary horse Stumbles with thundering strides along the last
1899 · PDF PAGE 20
…onquer our hatreds as the dawn of love Conquered that fiend whose ruinous throne above Broke lofty spirits once, now falls with Fate, At last through his own violence violate; To live in life, breathe freedom with each breath, As God breathed tyranny and died in death ; Secure the sacred fastness of the soul, Uniting self to the absolute, the whole, The universal marriage of mankind, Free, perfect, broken from the chains that bind, Force infinite, love pure, desire untold, And mutual raptures of the age of gold, The child of freedom! So the mou…
1910 · PDF PAGE 32
…care ; lips joined to lips we lie, Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die, With willing kiss reluctant to let go ; So sweet loves last enduring sigh For sleep, so sure, so slow. Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are intertwined ; Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand ; Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand Of long sweet kisses ; sun shall dawn and find Two lovers who have passed the land Of sleepand found Death kind.
1912 · PDF PAGE 203
…nerous; noble and scorning meanness, If ill dignifled—cruel, intolerant, prejudiced and ill natured. He rules the heavens from above the last Decan of π to the second Decan of Leo; hence he includes most of Leo Minor. A of Δ Prince and Emperor of Salamanders. VIII THE PRINCESS OF THE SHINING FLAME; THE ROSE OF THE PALACE OF FIRE [Maw 12/ Wands A VERY strong and beautiful woman with flowing red—gold hair, attired like an Amazon. Her shoulders, arms, bosom and knees are barer She wears a short kilt reaching to the knee. Round her waist is a broad …