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Page 44 of 1201905 · PDF PAGE 104
NIGHT IN THE VALLEY I LAY within the forest’s virgin womb Tranced in the sweetness, nuptial, indolent, Of the faint breeze and tropical perfume, And all the music far lone waters lent Unto the masses of magnolia bloom, Tall scarlet lilies, and the golden scent Shed by strange clusters of more pallid flowers, And purple lustre strewn amid the twilight bowers. Far, far the pastureless, the unquiet sea Moaned ; far the stately pyramid of cold Shrouding the stars, arose : sweet witchery That brought them in the drowsing eye, to fold The picture in …
1906 · PDF PAGE 111
…l bed And ‘¢ Climbed the bed’s disastrous side, He found a serpent, not a bride ; And scarcely daring to draw breath, He passed the dumb night-hours with death, Till in the morning cold and gray The hooded fear glided away. Which morning saw ten thousand pay The price of jesting with a king !’— JASON. Indeed these toils and dangerous pursuits, Labours and journeys, go to make one mad. Well were it to beguile our weariness With song. MEDEA. And here is the sole king of song.| ORPHEUS. My song breaks baffled on the rocks of time If thy bewitching…
1898 · PDF PAGE 86
… the chamber and clings. Heard I a woman-fiend wail ? Heard I the sound of a kiss ? Has man been destroyed in the daylight, Man whom the night could not quell ? What angel fled weeping away ? There in the East there extends a white light devouring the grey light, There the sun rises and brings hope with the dawn of the day, Silence hides certainty—surely voices of angels that pray, Surely the sound of delight, and of praise, and unspeakable glory Rings in the wind like a bell, and wakes the white air of the lea, All the bright sea is aflame, an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 47
…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 with Jesus for its realm, While Sorr…
1910 · PDF PAGE 380
…ivered nerve, nor muscle stirred; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. But coldest horror drave the light From knightly eyes. How pale thy bloom, Thy blood, O brow whereon the night Sits like a serpent on a tomb! For Palamede those eyes beheld The iron image of his own ; On those dead brows a fate he spelled To strike a Gorgon into stone. He knew his father. Still he sate, Nor quivered nerve, nor muscle stirred ; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. The knight approves the justice done, And pays…
1910 · PDF PAGE 380
…ivered nerve, nor muscle stirred; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. But coldest horror drave the light From knightly eyes. How pale thy bloom, Thy blood, O brow whereon the night Sits like a serpent on a tomb! For Palamede those eyes beheld The iron image of his own ; On those dead brows a fate he spelled To strike a Gorgon into stone. He knew his father. Still he sate, Nor quivered nerve, nor muscle stirred ; While round them flapped insatiate The fell, abominable bird. The knight approves the justice done, And pays…
1910 · PDF PAGE 38
…the thunder-tool of Thor ; Meek and holy acolyte Of the priestly hells of spite Sleek and shameless catamite Of the beasts that prowl by night ! Like a star that streams from heaven Through the virgin airs light-riven, From the life there shot and fell An admirable miracle. Carved minute and clean, a key Of purest lapis-lazuli More blue than the blind sky that aches (Wreathed with the stars, her torturing snakes) For the dead gods kiss that never wakes ;
1929 · PDF PAGE 9
…îo SeipdSoç çàvY]ô\ co (kcov yopoTcét’ ava^ SOPH. AJ. Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Corne careering out of the night Of Pan ! Io Pan! Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Corne over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady ! Roaming as Racchus, with fauns and pards And nymphs and satyrs for thy gnards, On a milk-white ass, corne over the sea To me, to me, Corne with Apollo in hridal dress (Shepherdess and pythoness) Corne with Artémis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount, The dim…
1901 · PDF PAGE 53
…y, When the storm sweeps triumphantly home From the bed of the violate day, In the furious waves of the sea, wild world of tem- pestuous night, Our song is as light! In the tumult of manifold fire, Multitudinous mutable feet That dance to an infinite lyre On the heart of the world as they beat, In the flowers of the bride of the flame, in the warrior Lord of the Fire, There burns our desire! AMENHATEP. Cry now, bewail the broken house, bewail The ruin of the land; cry out on Fate! CHORUS. Slow wheels of unbegotten hate And changeless circles of…
1907 · PDF PAGE 30
Let day, a glowing vigour, male; And 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 tim…
1910 · PDF PAGE 75
…e podex is its superior tightness — supposing that Persians thought an excuse necessary. 5. Laila — perhaps the Evil Jinn. Laila means “ night ” ; and Lilith is the chief of the succubi, much feared by good Muslim. It was reserved for Mr Thomas Lake Harris and his English dupe Ber- ridge to cultivate of set purpose this abominable and disgusting variety of masturbation.
1929 · PDF PAGE 69
…he uprising of the Sun! Tahuti standeth in his splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm; hail unto thee from the abodes of night!" It seemed to her that the whole assembly, uniting in the singular gesture with which Simon Iff accompanied his words, was uplifted in some subtle way beyond her understanding. The crowd-psychology assailed her; and she gritted her teeth to curse this hypocrisy of devilry. But at that moment the crowd broke like a wave upon the beach; and she saw a girl running upon her. [99] "Oh, you were splendid, sis…
1910 · PDF PAGE 386
…HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD But day by day the foes increase, Though day by day their thousands fall: Laughs the unshaken fortalice ; The good knights laugh no more at all. Grimmer than heathen hordes can scowl, The spectre hunger rages there; He passes like a midnight owl, Hooting his heraldry, despair. The knights and squires of Palamede Stalk pale and lean through court and hall; Though sharp and swift the archers speed Their yardlong arrows from the wall. Their numbers thin; their strength decays; Their fate is written plain to read. These are the…
1910 · PDF PAGE 386
…HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD But day by day the foes increase, Though day by day their thousands fall: Laughs the unshaken fortalice ; The good knights laugh no more at all. Grimmer than heathen hordes can scowl, The spectre hunger rages there; He passes like a midnight owl, Hooting his heraldry, despair. The knights and squires of Palamede Stalk pale and lean through court and hall; Though sharp and swift the archers speed Their yardlong arrows from the wall. Their numbers thin; their strength decays; Their fate is written plain to read. These are the…
1954 · PDF PAGE 242
…ore certain it is that I only assert a limitation . I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my arms on awaking. I drank and danced all night with Doubt , and found her a virgin in the morning. (The Book of Lies) I wouldn't start to argue with the Chinese, if I were you; they might remind you that you exude the stench peculiar to corpses. Again, that other "Hymn to St. Thomas ," as I ought perhaps to have called it: Doubt. Doubt Thyself Doubt even if thou doubtest thyself Doubt all Doubt even if thou doubtest all. It seems sometimes as if bene…
1907 · PDF PAGE 207
…ce at our will: We may woo, work or wander Through time to our fill, Hither or yonder By fountain or hill, Each day growing fonder, Each night growing still ! Bright Hermes behind me Caduceus-armed Guides: shall he blind me? My spirit be charmed? The song shall not swerve her, Its glory shall shed Respite, deserve her From gulfs of the dead. Ah me! let it nerve her These conduits to tread That lead to the fervour Of earth overhead ! Fire, thou dear splendour Of uppermost space, Turn to me tender Thine emerald face ! Thy rubies be blended With d…
1898 · PDF PAGE 72
68 JEPHTHAH. Remembering He hath surely sworn : Toward the night, toward the dawn ! Behold the moon that fails above, The stars that pale before the sun! How far, those figures light as love - . That laughing to the mountains run! Behold the flames of hair that leap Above her forehead mild and deep! She turns to bless her people still : So, passes to the golden gate Where snow burns fragrant on the hill, Where for her step those fountains wait Of light and brilliance that shall rise To greet her beauty lover-wise. The silver west fades fast, th…
1899 · PDF PAGE 7
N the blind hour of madness, in its might, When the red star of tyranny was highest; When baleful watchfires scared the witless night, And kings mocked Freedom, as she wept: “Thou diest !” When priestcraft snarled at Thought: “I crush thee quite |” Then rose the splendid song of thee, “ Thou liest !” Out of the darkness, in the death of hope, Thy white star flamed in Europe’s horoscope. The coffin-nails were driven home: the curse Of mockery’s blessing flung the dust upon her : The horses of Destruction dragged the hearse Over besmirchéd roads …
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
…r. The mystic slumber of my sense forlorn Stirs only now and then ; some deeper pang Reminds despair there is a sharper fang, Reminds my night of a tempestuous morn. For I am lost and lonely : in the skies I see no hope of any sun or star ; On earth there blooms no rose, no nenuphar ; No cross is set for hope of sacrifice. I cannot sleep, I cannot wake ; and death Passes me by with his desirèd breath. 92
1905 · PDF PAGE 72
O hours of the day, And hours of the night, Pause now while ye may In your heavenly flight! Give answer and say, Have I called ye aright? Are the strings of my lyre as fire, the voice of my singing as light? THE Hours Darkness and daylight in divided measure Gather as petals of the sunflower, In many seasons seek the lotus-treasure, Following as dancing maidens, mute for pleasure, The fervent flying footsteps of the Hour. The sun looks over the memorial hills, The trampling of his horses heard as wind ; He leaps and turns, and all his fragrance…