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Page 42 of 1121910 · PDF PAGE 455
…ot anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’ware That, lackeyed by the devil-king, The Beast—the Questing Beast—is there| So though his heart beats close with fear, Though horror grips his throat, he goes, Goes on to meet it, spear to spear, ; As good knight should, to face his foes. Nay! but the end is come. Black earth Belches that peerless Paladin Up from her gulphs—untimely birth! —Her horror could not hold him in! 79
1910 · PDF PAGE 455
…ot anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’ware That, lackeyed by the devil-king, The Beast—the Questing Beast—is there| So though his heart beats close with fear, Though horror grips his throat, he goes, Goes on to meet it, spear to spear, ; As good knight should, to face his foes. Nay! but the end is come. Black earth Belches that peerless Paladin Up from her gulphs—untimely birth! —Her horror could not hold him in! 79
1910 · PDF PAGE 35
THE WIZARD WAY 25 By the hangmans hands is thrust Through the wet and writhing dust, Never black and never dried Hearts blood of a suicide. He had plucked the hazel rod From the rude and goatish god, Even as the curved moons waning ray Stolen from the King of Day. He had learnt the elvish sign ; Given the Token of the Nine : Once to rave, and once to revel, Once to bow before the devil, Once to swing the thurible, Once to kiss the goat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of…
1913 · PDF PAGE 119
…ls , On books in ancient oaken stalls , And those few prints I fain would praise ; Where cushioned low before the fire Perhaps may be my heart 's desire . 100
1928 · PDF PAGE 20
…acable, Life! There is only one second in human life whose mission it is to announce good news the good news which breathes into every heart an inexplicable fear. Yea, Time reigns; he has resumed his brutal dictatorship, and he drives me on, as if I were an ox, with his double goad. On, then, thick- head!Sweat, slave! live, damnèd wretch!
1899 · PDF PAGE 130
…like that, Percy, quite. Why do you say that? Enter Vaughan in shadow. He draws back and .Stands watching. PERCY. Oh, you are crying, my heart! Do you cry because I have spoken and touched with fire the sweet child- love we have lived in all this year? Or is it that you do not understand? Or are you sorry? Or are you glad? | ESME. I am very, very glad. [They kiss. A iittle cloud passes across the moon without dimming its brightness.] Percy! Percy! Pore. dob ERCY. My wife,my own wrfe; will you kiss me? ESME, I am too happy to kiss you!
1902 · PDF PAGE 122
…he Steed of God : Or winged, or shooting flying shafts, or shod With the flame-sandals. Then, lift up thine hands ! Centre thee in thine heart one scarlet thought Limpid with brilliance of the Light above ! 120
1909 · PDF PAGE 203
…the Star of the Universe blazes! Millions of meteors in marvellous mazes Mingle their magic of peony praises. Oh! the dark streak on the heart of its flood ! Smitten is the Star, and its poisonous blood Drips through the race of the luminous scud. Poison and poison and poison! I quiver, Drenched with the hate of the horrible river— O but the stars of it stagger and shiver! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 203
…the Star of the Universe blazes! Millions of meteors in marvellous mazes Mingle their magic of peony praises. Oh! the dark streak on the heart of its flood ! Smitten is the Star, and its poisonous blood Drips through the race of the luminous scud. Poison and poison and poison! I quiver, Drenched with the hate of the horrible river— O but the stars of it stagger and shiver! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 256
…So we fled from the Mother Troll Under the dawning grey; We left the Hill of the Bloody Bowl Ere ever the sun uprose, But the dead man’s heart till Judgment-day Shall there with the Troll repose. Victor B. NEuBURG.
1910 · PDF PAGE 256
…So we fled from the Mother Troll Under the dawning grey; We left the Hill of the Bloody Bowl Ere ever the sun uprose, But the dead man’s heart till Judgment-day Shall there with the Troll repose. Victor B. NEuBURG.
1996 · PDF PAGE 74
…nd soever by the magician who knows how to make the necessary links. 53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart 8c my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me! Commentary: It is clear that this “kiss” (i.e. this Book) will regenerate Earth by establishing the Law of Liberty, “my heart 8c my tongue” seems a mere phrase of endearment; but has possibly some deep si…
1906 · PDF PAGE 85
…d and lax we lay Breathing and holding: then in amorous play She laughed and left her body’s love to me, And kissed one kiss holding the heart of May, And kissed again, and kissed our lives away. THE THIRTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘‘T cannot kiss, that is the humour of it, but adieu.” King Henry V. THE third time bitterly came reason back. Is it a fault in love when mornings find The soul grown sober and rethroned the ‘ mind? Or is it mere necessity to track The candid chequer cross-wise to the black, And love, not mutable, yet well inclined To take his ple…
1898 · PDF PAGE 53
JEPHTHAH. 49 In sackcloth clad, with ashes on their heads, His crue] brethren, that he spare their lives. CHORUS. In the heart of a conqueror mercy sits A brighter jewel than vengeance wroken, And grace is the web that his people knits, And love is the balm for the hearts nigh broken. Peace is arisen, a dove for token, Righteousness, bright as the swallow fiits. JARED [aszde}. So, in his victory is our disgrace. CHORUS. Fair as the dawn is the maiden wise, Pale as the poppies by still white water, Sunlight burns in her pure deep eyes, Love ligh…
1898 · PDF PAGE 49
…ars Are sunk beneath the sea. The shadows creep More on me as I quicken with desire My love is all of gold, my faith is deep Lit with my heart’s imperishable fire. 3 Pale spectres of the stars, corpse-lights, bad-ghosts Sicken the icy glamour of the moon Upon the vacant earth ; and where the sea Marshals sepulchral billows, obscene hosts Of harpies gibber weirdly. I should swoon For the silence, rolled not some dread minstrelsy In fearful anguish on the shuddering air, Breathing out terror and lightning to the night That wildly echoes back Hell…
1899 · PDF PAGE 23
…mead, And watched her weeping. His forgotten reed Floated away, a ship for fairy folk, Along the limpid rivulet. Then broke From smitten heart and ravished lips the tongue Of fire that clad its essence with the robe of song. SONG OF CHARICLES O fountains of pale sapphire, and clear green, O hills of purple, and ye olive vales, Being music to my wing, and echo seen Of no man being, for now my spirit fails To shrill its clearest notes, and golden gales Of sound, and breezes of delighted sighs. Bring music, hear me chant the world that is, And how…
1901 · PDF PAGE 20
…tigress glides, Strange laughing devilry abides Its hour to poison. How they gloat, The fiends, upon her lips and throat! They touch her heart, they speer her eyes, They linger on the lovely prize! O dead she thought them! It is written: ‘‘ Eve’s heel is by the serpent bitten, His head she bruises.” No indeed! Not woman, but the woman’s seed! Hark! in the cloak of “ Love of Truth” They whisper “ Memory of Youth”; And, mindful of the deadliest sin, Hint: ‘“ Sinful woman, look within!” CORA. Ah me! if she could look within a glass With spells and…
1901 · PDF PAGE 90
… the dead ; Yet am I not unaware of the splendour of the height, Yet am I lapped in the glory of the Sun of Life and Light :— Even so my heart looks out from the harbour of God’s breast, Out from the shining stars where it entered into rest— W
1903 · PDF PAGE 59
…ut a sheath? Did he ply forceps, scalpel, saw, Tear all the grace of form apart, Intent to catch some final law Behind the engine of the heart? He tried not ; whoso has, has failed. So, did I pry beneath the robe, Till stubborn will availed, nor quailed, Intimate with the naked probe ? I know the husks to strip ; name, form, Sensation, then perception, stress Of nature thither; last, the swarm Of honey-bees called consciousness. These change and shape a myriad shapes. Diverse are these, not one at all. What gain I if my scalpel scrapes, Turning…
1912 · PDF PAGE 255
…deceive. No more you'll be the God of Sacrifice, Nor I the crucified Ah, Garden of Allah—how bitter sweet Thy fruit. Why breakest thou the heart? Why spoilest thou the soul with notes From thy golden lute? Lo ! our garden a common room, Our Chinese god burnt clay, and The singing of verses a funeral hymn That awakes with awakening day. ’Twas all such a meaningless play, Poet prend ton lure—Je disparaitre. Hail I Poet, take my hand—we’ll walk Still a little way. I’ll not desert thee at the close of day, I, too, must pray A beggar asking alms of pa…