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Page 46 of 1231913 · PDF PAGE 175
ROSA IGNOTA And thy scented breath That only may be known in trancéd death To me ?— Yea! And to all those That worship thee, my Rose, My Rose! My Rose! My Rose! For thou dost glance through all the veils of life, Lending thy light unwon, O subtlest syren thou, who wouldst entrance the sun! Behind what secret hill shall I find thee? In what chains shall I bind thee? O Rose! Wert thou but mine I would blind thee With the sacred sign Of five, Making thee mine. Alive Thou wouldst kill me, But dead, dead thou wouldst fill me With the low breath I se…
1913 · PDF PAGE 536
… great sorrow suffered is a pro- gress accomplished. Those who suffer much live more than those who do not suffer. Axiom XVIII Voluntary death from devotion is not suicide; it is the apotheosis of the will. Axiom XIX Fear is nothing but idleness of the will, and for that reason public opinion scourges cowards. Axiom XX Succeed in not fearing the lion, and the lion will fear you. Say to sorrow: “I will that you be a pleasure, more even than a pleasure, a happiness.” Axiom XXI A chain of iron is easier to break than a chain of flowers. Axiom XXII…
1907 · PDF PAGE 109
IMAGES OF DEATH Stars for the sun that smote, for fire slow streams, For the simoom the zephyr’s cooing kiss, Deep sleep at last from all the evil dreams, And rest, the possibility of bliss. THE MORIBUND) I. THE Seven Wise Men of Martaban 2 Sate round the dying man. They were so still, one would have said : If he were dying, they were dead! The first was aged ; ip his beard He muttered never a weird. The next was beautiful and gay : IIe had no word to say. The third was wroth and rusty red, Yet not a word he said. The fourth was open and bold: …
1996 · PDF PAGE 142
…orties an incurably chronic complaint. 72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine—and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous!—death is the crown of all. Commentary: This striving is to be strenuous. We are not to set our lives at a pin’s fee. “Unhand me, gentlemen.... I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me!”1 Death is the End that crowns the Work. 1 [Hamlet i, 4.] Evolution works by variation. When an animal develops one part of itself beyond the others, it infringes the norm of its type. At first this effort is made at the expense of…
1899 · PDF PAGE 7
… 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 of Truth and Honour: The obscene God spat on the universe: The sods of Destiny were spattered on her :— Then rose thy spirit through the shaken skies : “Child of the Dawn, I say to thee, arise!…
1905 · PDF PAGE 48
…e of love, the spring of blood at my light bidding spilt ; And thy desires, if aught thou wilt, are softer at my suffering. Fill up with Death Life’s loving-cup ! Give me the knowledge, me the power For some new sin one little hour, provoking Hell to belch us up.
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
…ny 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
1910 · PDF PAGE 423
…phs, In knowledge easy to amass, This hermit (while he drew his breath) Once dead is like a mangy ass. Bruised, broken, but not bound to death, He calls some passing fishermen To bear him. Presently he saith : 47
1910 · PDF PAGE 487
…alamede the Saracen, As knowing nothing might bestead, When lo! there rose a monster moan, A hugeous cry, a questing dread, As if (God’s death ! ) there coursed alone The Beast, within whose belly sounds That marvellous music monotone As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now, by Christ And by His pitiful five wounds |— Even as a lover to his tryst, That Beast came questing in the hall, One flame of gold and amethyst, Bodily seen then of them all. Then came he to Sir Palamede, Nestling to him, as sweet and small As a young babe cling…
1910 · PDF PAGE 423
…phs, In knowledge easy to amass, This hermit (while he drew his breath) Once dead is like a mangy ass. Bruised, broken, but not bound to death, He calls some passing fishermen To bear him. Presently he saith : 47
1910 · PDF PAGE 487
…alamede the Saracen, As knowing nothing might bestead, When lo! there rose a monster moan, A hugeous cry, a questing dread, As if (God’s death ! ) there coursed alone The Beast, within whose belly sounds That marvellous music monotone As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now, by Christ And by His pitiful five wounds |— Even as a lover to his tryst, That Beast came questing in the hall, One flame of gold and amethyst, Bodily seen then of them all. Then came he to Sir Palamede, Nestling to him, as sweet and small As a young babe cling…
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
… a jewel that kings may prize.’ “ If I live, my son, to reap the fruits of this day‘s labour, my happiness will be complete. I will meet death without terror, close my eyes in peace, and expire without a groan, in the arms of a virtuous and worthy l .” XV
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
… a jewel that kings may prize.’ “ If I live, my son, to reap the fruits of this day‘s labour, my happiness will be complete. I will meet death without terror, close my eyes in peace, and expire without a groan, in the arms of a virtuous and worthy l .” XV
1905 · PDF PAGE 237
… of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moun, dear, Our roof, the stars that sing ; The bed, of moss and roses ; The night, as long as death ! Still, breath ! Life wakens and reposes, Love ever quickeneth ! Sweet, sweet, when Lion and Maiden,! The motley months of gold, Swoop down with sunlight laden, And eyes are bright and bold. Life-swelling breasts uncover Their warm involving deep— Love, sleep |— And lover lies with lover On air’s substantial steep. TANNHAUSER. Ah! sweeter was September— The amber rain of leaves, The harvest to remember,…
1929 · PDF PAGE 319
…s arrayed! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions; ....Clanks all that melancholy host of bones; Fate's principalities and Death's dominions ....Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. ........Keep us, dear God, from ill, ........What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling; ....No scent but death's grown faint and fugitive; No fight but this their leprous pallor battling ....Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live? ........O keep us in the hour ........Wherein the King-G…
1907 · PDF PAGE 143
…the solemn sea, Hears our life the deep commotion That we know—thy witchery. Wheeling, hating, fearing ever As we thunder o’er the deep, Death alone our path can sever, Death our guerdon if we weep. We obey thee, we are with thee! Wilt thou ! never let us sleep? ORPHEUS. © rolled on the river By might of the moon, Ye tremble and quiver, Ye shudder and swoon ! The cities ye shiver : The ships know your tune. Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I have Come forth! I invoke ye, O eagres! dread watched your mysterious birth! | rivals of shoal and typ…
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…I know not what strange words ! And the poor good old man tried all he could to calm me ; he thought I was mad ! The fool ! I was in the death struggle with self : God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered—now I have only one doubt left—which of the twain was God ? Howbeit, I aspire ! I
1898 · PDF PAGE 59
ALL NIGHT 53 ALL NIGHT All night no change, no whisper. Scarce a breath But lips closed hard upon the cup of death To drain its sweetest poison. Scarce a sigh Beats the dead hours out ; scarce a melody Of measured pulses quickened with the blood Of that desire which pours its deadly flood Through soul and shaken body ; scarce a thought But sense through spirit most divinely wrought To perfect feeling ; only through the lips Electric ardour kindles, flashes, slips Through all the circle to her lips again And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to…
1909 · PDF PAGE 213
… for every one! Once, twice, and thrice—the boon’s begun ! With four and five and six it stirs : With seven the druid dance is done, And Death drives home his silver spurs! Then—the last leap. What crowning curse Can bid that cup of curses brim? How may God’s maniac ministers Lash the last languor out of Him? 203
1909 · PDF PAGE 213
… for every one! Once, twice, and thrice—the boon’s begun ! With four and five and six it stirs : With seven the druid dance is done, And Death drives home his silver spurs! Then—the last leap. What crowning curse Can bid that cup of curses brim? How may God’s maniac ministers Lash the last languor out of Him? 203