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Page 49 of 1231902 · PDF PAGE 103
…utiful it is to see Old age in perfect unanimity. Affections smooth, and buzzing like a bee. The sun sets, in conjunction with the moon. Death comes at last, a pleasure and a boon, And they arrive in heaven very soon. \_Immense, spontaneous, uncontrollable applause sweeps like a whirlwind through the court. An Unknown Minstrel {breaking in unheralded). Tender the phrase, and faint the melody, When poets praise a maiden's purity ; Platitude linked to imbecility. \Murnmrs of surprue. As 'mongst spring's sprigs sprouts sunshine's constant face ; O…
1907 · PDF PAGE 99
THE STONE OF THE PHILOSOPHERS 79 OVARIOTOMY I LOVE you, lass, and you alone. What shall I say now death and life Wrangle before the jasper throne And cry to God to end the strife? Kind words? a little good advice? Patience, and fortitude, and prayer? Tracts are so suitable, and nice? “ Dear chyild, there’ll be no parting there ! "P O bourgeoisie! you read no doubt, But still you have a lot to learn. I am a lover, not a lout. My thoughts take quite another turn. I who have bitten through your skin Envy the surgeon who could dip His deft and cons…
1910 · PDF PAGE 473
…h toiled these many years to see, Hath wasted strength, hath wasted youth— He was the Beast; the Beast was he! He rises from the cave of death, Runs to the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97
1910 · PDF PAGE 473
…h toiled these many years to see, Hath wasted strength, hath wasted youth— He was the Beast; the Beast was he! He rises from the cave of death, Runs to the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97
1910 · PDF PAGE 107
…ulf, and thy wild note Shrills up from the black Nothing’s throat Like an enchanted harp that playeth Melodies, melodies magniloquent of death. Yea ! o thou golden wan strange-smiling one, Thou art not only cold. Thine ivory came from fierce bull-elephants That trampled Persians in their battle-rage ; Thy gold was found by men most grave and sage Among the sands of a strange river. How my breast pants ! How my sides quiver ! Surely the breath of God is bubbling in These veins, their blood that held its calm discourse Lit with electric force By …
1913 · PDF PAGE 186
…oundless as the dewfall , Subtle as the lightning and splendid as the sun ; Seers are ye and symbols of ancient silence Where life , and death , and sorrow , and ecstacy are one . 167
1996 · PDF PAGE 172
…est by Her own self-reliance to win Her own way forth! We do not want Her as a slave; we want Her free and royal, whether Her love fight death in our arms by night, or Her loyalty ride by day beside us in the Charge of the Battle of Life. “Let the woman be girt with a sword before me”! ni:ll So sayeth this our Book of the Law. We respect Woman in the self of Her own nature; we do not arrogate the right to criticize her. We welcome her as our ally, come to our camp as her Will, free-flashing, sword-swinging, hath told Her, Welcome, thou Woman, w…
1909 · PDF PAGE 111
…XXVI Also his nostrils are shut up; for he Hath not the need of any breath; Nor can the curtain of eternity Cover that head with life or death. So all his body, a slim almond-tree, Knoweth no bough Nor branch nor twig nor bud, from never until now. XXVII This thought I bred within my bowels, I am. I am in him, as he in me; 101
1909 · PDF PAGE 111
…XXVI Also his nostrils are shut up; for he Hath not the need of any breath; Nor can the curtain of eternity Cover that head with life or death. So all his body, a slim almond-tree, Knoweth no bough Nor branch nor twig nor bud, from never until now. XXVII This thought I bred within my bowels, I am. I am in him, as he in me; 101
1911 · PDF PAGE 187
…ht: the hell-broth and recites :] Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth forth, he perisheth By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death. Even as the profane hand Reacheth to the sacred sand, Fire consumes him that his name be forgotten in the land.
1911 · PDF PAGE 187
…ht: the hell-broth and recites :] Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth forth, he perisheth By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death. Even as the profane hand Reacheth to the sacred sand, Fire consumes him that his name be forgotten in the land.
1913 · PDF PAGE 483
…TH. Reflection, thought, the moon, the Angel Gabriel, Prince of mysteries. GIMEL. Love, will, Venus, the Angel Anael, Prince of life and death. DALETH. Force, power, Jupiter, Sachiel, Melech, King of kings. KAPH. Violence, strife, work, Mars, Samael Zebaoth, Prince of Phalanges. PE. Eloquence, intelligence, Mercury, Raphael, Prince of sciences. RESH. Destruction and regeneration, Time, Saturn, Cassiel, King of tombs and of solitude. Tau. Truth, light, the Sun, Michael, King of the Elohim. 185
1913 · PDF PAGE 483
…TH. Reflection, thought, the moon, the Angel Gabriel, Prince of mysteries. GIMEL. Love, will, Venus, the Angel Anael, Prince of life and death. DALETH. Force, power, Jupiter, Sachiel, Melech, King of kings. KAPH. Violence, strife, work, Mars, Samael Zebaoth, Prince of Phalanges. PE. Eloquence, intelligence, Mercury, Raphael, Prince of sciences. RESH. Destruction and regeneration, Time, Saturn, Cassiel, King of tombs and of solitude. Tau. Truth, light, the Sun, Michael, King of the Elohim. 185
1906 · PDF PAGE 113
…ot of earth. So, fitter than the bed of this my queen To rest heroic limbs ! ) MEDEA. The wretched one ! Thou knowest that their kiss is death ! JASON. Perhaps. It were their kiss. MEDEA. Are not my kisses sweet? JASON. Listen, they sing. This time the words ring true, Sailing across that blue abyss between. Like young birds winging their bright flight the notes Glimmer across the sea. MEDEA. They sing, they sing ! PARTHENOPE. O mortal, tossed on life’s unceasing ocean, Whose waves of joy and sorrow never cease, Eternal change—one changeless th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 154
… and the sword ! Without a helper or a friend All means be righteous to the End ! Look not for help to wordy strife ! This battle is for death or life. Melt mountains with a word—and then The colder hearts of Englishmen ! Look not to Europe in your need ! Columbia’s but a broken reed ! Your own good hearts, your own strong hand Win back at last the Irish land. Won by the strength of cold despair Our chance is near us—slay nor spare ! Open to fate the Saxons lie, Up ! Ireland ! ere the good hour fly ! Stand all our fortunes on one cast ! Arise !…
1907 · PDF PAGE 10
…sweet wife, Carelessyet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death. IV OUR wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, Mingle your wine-wise breath, Spiritual siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses My tenderness bit in, Like to a lion feeding in wild white wildernesses, My spirit sensible to your skin : Mingle them to a crescent character That shall set shimmering all the parchment fine And send a steam like wine Laden with …
1910 · PDF PAGE 10
…f perfect pleasure From a perfect chalice poured, Swells the veins with such a measure As the gardens lord Makes his votaries dance to, death Draws with soft delicious breath To the maiden and the man. Love and life are both a span. Ere the crimson lips have planted Paler roses, warmer grapes, Ere the maiden breasts have panted, And the sunny shapes Flit around to bless the hour, Comes men know not what false flower : Ere the cup is drained, the wine Grows unsweet, that was divine. All the subtle airs are proven False at dewfall ; at the dawn …
1910 · PDF PAGE 482
…launch (This knight's presumptuous head upon) The devastating avalanche? He knows too much, and cares too little! His wound is more than Death can staunch. He can avoid, though by one tittle, Thy surest shaft! And now the knight, Breasting the crags, may laugh and whittle Away the demon-club whose might Threatened him. Now he leaves the spur; And eager, with a boy’s delight,
1910 · PDF PAGE 482
…launch (This knight's presumptuous head upon) The devastating avalanche? He knows too much, and cares too little! His wound is more than Death can staunch. He can avoid, though by one tittle, Thy surest shaft! And now the knight, Breasting the crags, may laugh and whittle Away the demon-club whose might Threatened him. Now he leaves the spur; And eager, with a boy’s delight,
1912 · PDF PAGE 106
…e upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I believe The sweet Christ’s mercy shall avail, So will I not have aught for thee ; Since every bone of thee may rail Against me, crying treachery.