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Page 43 of 1121912 · 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…
1919 · PDF PAGE 200
…he ark, And lure their less love to His own. Life is a song, a speech, a groan, As may be; none of these have part In the silence of His heart. Lapsed in that unweanéd air, I awaited, unaware, What might fall. The silence wrapped Veil on veil about me, trapped By the siren Night, whose words
1954 · PDF PAGE 80
…say is almost ludicrous. That is all, just now, sister; no more of your cavilling, please; sit down quietly with your 777, and get it by heart! Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally , 666
1898 · PDF PAGE 59
…eseems the mercy shown To his repentance by this maiden queen. The Lord is merciful to them that show Mercy, and all such as are pure of heart ; Thy crown, Adulah, wears a double flower Of these fair blossoms wreathed in one device Of perfect love in perfect maidenhood. JARED [recovering himself \. Nay, but my voice must fill the song of joy With gratitude, and meet thanksgiving. Me More than these others it beseems, who love Less dearly for their innocence than I, Pardoned of my unpardonable sin. ADULAH. The flowers turn westerward ;. the sun …
1899 · PDF PAGE 70
… ineffable, In all the words of power that fly About the world, this song they spell : He keepeth Israel. AHINOAM. Ye praise God of full heart: I would to God Your minds were somewhat fuller, and could keep Discretion seated on her ivory throne. What folly is it they will now be at, Gray beards, and goatish manners? Hearken them! CHORUS. In the brave old days ere men began To bind young hearts with an iron tether, Ere love was brief as life, a span, Ere love was light as life, a feather, Earth was free as the glad wild weather, God was father a…
1902 · PDF PAGE 105
But me ! I burn with love ! My lips are wan ! Thy face is turned— I flame ! I melt ! I fall ! My heart is chilled and dark ; My soul's ethereal spark Is dulled for sorrow ; my despairs recall At last Thy name, O gracious Paphian, Lady of Mercy to the love of man ! Come, come, immortal, of the many thrones ! Sparrows and doves in chariot diamonded Drawn through the midmost air ! O Lady of despair, Who bound the golden helmet of Thy head ? Whose voice rings out the pitiful low tones : "Who, who hath wronged thee? And my power atones. " She who no…
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
Above soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, Allbut most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XVI HERE was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin, The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of …
1909 · PDF PAGE 337
… singing through the moon! Nay! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond: But this I know that I am gone To the heart of God’s great diamond! I match, &c. 329
1909 · PDF PAGE 337
… singing through the moon! Nay! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond: But this I know that I am gone To the heart of God’s great diamond! I match, &c. 329
1907 · PDF PAGE 221
…above his magic, Lords of change, leaps pastoral up to tragic, Thanks to the Thracian! Ah, my pain! what desolate female bosoms, Smitten hearts of delicate males, uncover ; Grip not life for poet or sage or lover, Feed on derision. Yea, in these mature me avenger blossoms Swift as swords to sever the subtle ether, Lift the earth, see infinite space beneath her, Swoon at the vision. This, O Orpheus, this be a golden guerdon Unto thee for gift of amaze and wonder! This thy sorrow, sword of a heart asunder, Beareth a flower. This the heart of woma…
1907 · PDF PAGE 40
…face |! Sir PERcY. ~Yes—do not! ANGELA. I shall do so—you dare not move away from me! I have you? No? Ah, Percy, Percy, will you break a heart that only beats for you? Sir PERCY. You woo so well that I think you must have loved before. ANGELA. Ay! but not like this. If I have loved it was but to study love, to learn his arts; to make myself the queen I am, that I might have strength to win you — never before has my heart been touched. Now my arts fail me. I am a poor and simple girl; and my eyes are uching with the sight of you, and my lips are…
1901 · PDF PAGE 33
…And bare breasts tinctured with the South. For lo ! the harlot Jezebel, Her hands dropped perfume, and her tongue (A flame from the dark heart of hell, The ivory-barred mouth, that stung With unimaginable pangs) Shot out at me, and Hell fixed fangs. Her purple robes, her royal crown, The jewelled girdle of her waist, Her feet with murder splashed, and brown With the sharp lips that fawn and taste, The crimson snakes that minister To those unwearying lust of her. And all her woman’s scent did drift A steam of poison through the air ; The haze of…
1907 · PDF PAGE 6
ROSA INFERNI Ha ha ! John plucketh now at his rose To rid himself of a sorrow at heart. Lo,petal on petal, fierce rays unclose ; Anther on anther, sharp spikes outstart ; And with blood for dew, the bosom boils ; And a gust of sulphur is all its smell. And lo, he is horribly in the toils Of a coal-black giant flower of hell ! BROWNING, Heretics Tragedy, ix. I OSE of the world ! Ay, love, in that warm hour Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight ; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Wh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 143
…and high ; I wandered on, and I wandered long, Under the fleecy sky. A voice came out of a cloud to me, Saying, ‘‘ Hast thou brought thy heart with thee?” And much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I kn…
1909 · PDF PAGE 143
…and high ; I wandered on, and I wandered long, Under the fleecy sky. A voice came out of a cloud to me, Saying, ‘‘ Hast thou brought thy heart with thee?” And much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I kn…
1910 · PDF PAGE 92
…omes faintly whispering On wanton wing. Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless oer the deep, Turned to the gold heart of the west, The suns last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges ; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water : we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack
1911 · PDF PAGE 52
… She is like a poppy-petal. All the seas of sleep are hidden Under the languorous eyelids, whose Lashes are long and strong to bruise My heart where her lusts like hornets settle On sacred leaves, on flowers forbidden. She is like a drug of wonder. All the limits of sense dissolve When we {all like snows from the precipice Sun—kissed to the black ravines of ice. I am drowned in the universal thunder; The hours disrupt, the aeons involve. Ah I not in any mortal mood Ends the great verb we conjugate From the highest hyberbole she doth swerve In an…
1911 · PDF PAGE 208
…J‘ HERMANUBIS. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.‘l‘. 1. Mother of Mystery, declare my heart. [SPHINXflay: an intensely sensualpassiona/epiece.1 TYFHON. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter. " Samadhilied: Waddell. T Adagio: Brahms. : Preislied: Wagner. 28
1911 · PDF PAGE 52
… She is like a poppy-petal. All the seas of sleep are hidden Under the languorous eyelids, whose Lashes are long and strong to bruise My heart where her lusts like hornets settle On sacred leaves, on flowers forbidden. She is like a drug of wonder. All the limits of sense dissolve When we {all like snows from the precipice Sun—kissed to the black ravines of ice. I am drowned in the universal thunder; The hours disrupt, the aeons involve. Ah I not in any mortal mood Ends the great verb we conjugate From the highest hyberbole she doth swerve In an…
1911 · PDF PAGE 208
…J‘ HERMANUBIS. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.‘l‘. 1. Mother of Mystery, declare my heart. [SPHINXflay: an intensely sensualpassiona/epiece.1 TYFHON. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter. " Samadhilied: Waddell. T Adagio: Brahms. : Preislied: Wagner. 28