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…AND DAME A rosy flicker through the night, My mistress, my great Dane, and I. We linger in the dusk—her head Lolls on the pillow, and my eyes Catch rapture, as upon the bed He licks her lazy lips, and tries To tempt her tongue. My fires are fed. Her heavy dropping breasts entice My teeth to jewel them with blood, Her hand prepares the sacrifice She would desire of me, the flood That wells from shrines of Paradise. Her other hand is mischievous To bid the monster Dane grow mad, His red-haw gaze grows mutinous, Her eyes have lost the calm they ha…
1910 · PDF PAGE 179
IN MANU DOMINÆ 169 She hath divers jewels crusted on To her rings graven obscenities, Like elfin eyes, the malison Of a basilisk cockatrice ! She hath a cold, an ardent gleam In the staring eyes of her ; She weaves a witch-web of dank dream Before her worshipper ; Her hand allures him to its theme : Sceptre to sepulchre ! So cold, so chaste, so sombre glows The purpose of her cypress glance ! A sphinx set up amid the snows, An Attis frozen in his dance, Is this unnatural god that knows No mans inheritance. So with a strange Circean smile She …
1913 · PDF PAGE 191
…s thrust To moulder with the dust : I was the love that dies, And I had slain the lover With song. Ah! Night! discover Her of the wanton eyes That fled before me So long, And scattered o'er me Alas! the star-dust that should blind mine eyes, And hide me from the skies. Is love so strong? So weak the lover? Yea, night shall yet discover My song, my veiléd song. 153
1913 · PDF PAGE 191
…s thrust To moulder with the dust : I was the love that dies, And I had slain the lover With song. Ah! Night! discover Her of the wanton eyes That fled before me So long, And scattered o'er me Alas! the star-dust that should blind mine eyes, And hide me from the skies. Is love so strong? So weak the lover? Yea, night shall yet discover My song, my veiléd song. 153
1919 · PDF PAGE 286
272 THE EQUINOX On the brows the brand of lust, In the eyes the blaze of bliss! Life, the pimp of malice, drags Love with rape of fingers rude, Flings to dust-heap death the rags Of its bleeding maidenhood. Therefore, we, the slaves of love, Stand with trembling lips and eyes; There is that shall reach above The soul’s sullied sanctuaries. Blasphemy beneath our touch Turns to prayer’s most awed intent; The profaner’s vilest smutch Is our central sacrament. Triumph, Templars, that are sworn To that vengeance sinister, Vigilant from murk to morn …
1910 · PDF PAGE 47
…LADY OF THE BREECHES habit. She dressed often as a man; and, one day, riding by Lionel’s cottage, she noticed the thin-armed youth whose eyes were big and haloed. Their eyes met; she smiled, he trembled. Both were pleased. The next day rose'and brought them again together. A formal introduction followed. Mary the male conquered Lionel the female. Thereafter, the “cheval hongre” lost his nick- name. Nor did he give any widow the chance of horse-whip- ping him again. XVIII THE MOON THEY were very happy; he learnt the joy of health and the ineffab…
1910 · PDF PAGE 47
…LADY OF THE BREECHES habit. She dressed often as a man; and, one day, riding by Lionel’s cottage, she noticed the thin-armed youth whose eyes were big and haloed. Their eyes met; she smiled, he trembled. Both were pleased. The next day rose'and brought them again together. A formal introduction followed. Mary the male conquered Lionel the female. Thereafter, the “cheval hongre” lost his nick- name. Nor did he give any widow the chance of horse-whip- ping him again. XVIII THE MOON THEY were very happy; he learnt the joy of health and the ineffab…
1913 · PDF PAGE 192
…eary for despair— Yea, I have found thee too, thee too, And round thee all the blue Of the skies is blackened ; waned The light of thine eyes to the dusk. The husk, the husk Of all dead dreams, dead dreams Is come upon thee; Dust and ash and musk, and musk, and musk— All these are on thee. . . . I bear a chalice of red-tipped lilies under the moon. Bestrewn The dim pathway of delight With night, And her dim, pale stars that swoon In the circle of the skies. Thine eyes, O radiant god, are waning, and there dies 154
1913 · PDF PAGE 192
…eary for despair— Yea, I have found thee too, thee too, And round thee all the blue Of the skies is blackened ; waned The light of thine eyes to the dusk. The husk, the husk Of all dead dreams, dead dreams Is come upon thee; Dust and ash and musk, and musk, and musk— All these are on thee. . . . I bear a chalice of red-tipped lilies under the moon. Bestrewn The dim pathway of delight With night, And her dim, pale stars that swoon In the circle of the skies. Thine eyes, O radiant god, are waning, and there dies 154
1910 · PDF PAGE 311
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV: DE LA RATIBOISIERE’S ACCOUNT OF THE TYPHLOSOPHISTS OF SOUTH RUSSIA BY J. F. C. FULLER anp GEORGE RAFFALOVICH 293
1910 · PDF PAGE 311
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV: DE LA RATIBOISIERE’S ACCOUNT OF THE TYPHLOSOPHISTS OF SOUTH RUSSIA BY J. F. C. FULLER anp GEORGE RAFFALOVICH 293
1913 · PDF PAGE 40
RUPERT BROOKE . IN EXAMINATION . TO ! From quiet skies L In through the window my Lord the Sun ! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold , The golden glory that drowned and crowned me Eddied and swayed through the room . . . Around me, To left and to right , Hunched figures and old , Dull blear -eyed scribbling fools, grew fair , Ringed round and haloed with holy light. Flame lit on their hair , And their burning eyes grew young and wise , Each as a God , or King of Kings , White robed and bright ( Still scribbling all ); And a f…
1898 · PDF PAGE 69
JEPHTHAH. 65 Singing lest our eyes escape All his tunic wried and loose With the feet that softly trod In the vat the fairy god ; Never more our eyes shall swim, Looking to the ocean brim In the magic moon that rose Through the archipelagos, When the Grecian woods were wet With our dewy songs, that set Quivering all seas and snows, Stars and tender winds that fret Lily, lily, laughing rose, Sighing, sighing violet, Dusky pansy, swaying rush, And the stream that flows Singing, ringing softly: Hush! Listen to the bird that goes Wooing to the brow…
1910 · PDF PAGE 96
…ters echoing you From reverend shades of bards renown : Nature alive and glad to hymn Your beauty, my delight : her God Weary, his old eyes sad and dim In his intolerable abode. All things that are, unknown and known, Bending in homage to your eyes ; We wander wondering, lift alone The worlds grey load of agonies. Make me a roseleaf with your mouth, That all the savour steal afar Unto the sad awaiting South, Where sits enthroned the answering Star.
1905 · PDF PAGE 57
…subtle complice, who as blatant Beast Brandest vile Crœsus, him that pities least ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who in girls’ eyes and hearts implantest deep Lust for the wound, the twain that wound bids weep ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Staff of the exiled, the inventor’s spark, Confessor of hanged men and plotters dark ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Adopted sire of whom black wrath and power Of God the Father chased from Eden Bower ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! FEMMES DAMNÉES. Like pensive cattle co…
1899 · PDF PAGE 87
JEPHTHAH. 65 Singing lest our eyes escape All his tunic wried and loose With the feet that softly trod In the vat the fairy god ; Never more our eyes shall swim, Looking to the ocean brim In the magic moon that rose Through the archipelagos, When the Grecian woods were wet With our dewy songs, that set Quivering all seas and snows, Stars and tender winds that fret Lily, lily, laughing rose, Sighing, sighing violet, Dusky pansy, swaying rush, And the stream that flows Singing, ringing softly: Hush! Listen to the bird that goes Wooing to the brow…
1910 · PDF PAGE 325
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV Briefly—for the time is approaching which we must better utilize—Piotr’s hand shook so that he missed touching the lobe of little Ljubov’s ear. The jewel he held up to her face touched, instead, one of the empty orbits of his little friend. Our villain, the Man who bought and stole Eyes, must have done his job very properly indeed, for Ljubov, who, in a vain attempt to see that which was shewn her, had opened wide the dark cavities under her eyebrows. Well, I suppose the eye touched a still sensitive nerve. No sooner had …
1910 · PDF PAGE 325
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV Briefly—for the time is approaching which we must better utilize—Piotr’s hand shook so that he missed touching the lobe of little Ljubov’s ear. The jewel he held up to her face touched, instead, one of the empty orbits of his little friend. Our villain, the Man who bought and stole Eyes, must have done his job very properly indeed, for Ljubov, who, in a vain attempt to see that which was shewn her, had opened wide the dark cavities under her eyebrows. Well, I suppose the eye touched a still sensitive nerve. No sooner had …
1929 · PDF PAGE 7
…rmilion, intensely sensuous. The nose was small and rounded, but fine, and the life of the face seemed concentrated in the nostrils. The eyes were tiny and oblique, with strange brows of defiance. A small tuft of irrepressible hair upon the forehead started up like a lone pine-tree on the slope of a mountain; for with this exception, the man was entirely bald; or, rather, clean-shaven, for the scalp was grey. The skull was extraordinarily narrow and long. Again she looked at the eyes. They were parallel, [14] focussed on infinity. The pupils we…
1898 · PDF PAGE 52
…zed, a shape seems always at my back To whisper wickedness, o’erheard of none, And stealthily to follow on my track, And cloke my lifted eyes with suffocating black. Vainly I turn to seek him, for my eyes Are dimmed with saltness never born of brine ; Vainly I fight the air, he sneers, and lies, And laughs at all this agony of mine, And chills my heart, and desecrates the shrine Where Love his holy incense used to burn, And mocks those thoughts, those songs, those looks divine 42