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Page 58 of 1291909 · PDF PAGE 9
…hops, abbots, deans, all the wisdom of the world ; for the Question was important—how many teeth were there in a horse’s mouth. For many days the debate swung this way and that, as Father was quoted against Father, Gospel against Epistle, Psalm against Proverb; and the summer being hot, and the shade of the monastery gardens pleasant, a young monk wearied of the discussion, and rising presumptuously among those reverend men, impudently proposed that they should examine the mouth of a horse and settle the question. Now, there was no precedent fo…
1909 · PDF PAGE 9
…hops, abbots, deans, all the wisdom of the world ; for the Question was important—how many teeth were there in a horse’s mouth. For many days the debate swung this way and that, as Father was quoted against Father, Gospel against Epistle, Psalm against Proverb; and the summer being hot, and the shade of the monastery gardens pleasant, a young monk wearied of the discussion, and rising presumptuously among those reverend men, impudently proposed that they should examine the mouth of a horse and settle the question. Now, there was no precedent fo…
1910 · PDF PAGE 74
…an charactery, Hawaii. Here she stands Queen of all laughters lands That dance for dawn, lie tranced in leisured noon, Dreaming through day towards night, Craving the perfumed light Of the stars lustrous, and the gem-born moon. Dewy with clustered diamond, The long land swoons to sleeps : the sea sleeps and yet wakes beyond. Here, in the crescent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, The lion-shapen headland guards the shore ; Th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 239
…th a child 's clear eyes ... Something of joy I feel and something fear .. . So , my proud soul, so you , whose shining force Tenderly , day that I have loved, I close your eyes . .. . . . . .. . . . . . . The agelong rest of trees swept wide and far The cool December breezes ... The fragrant gateways of the Dawn ... , The haunted image -bearing minds of men . .. The King cried , “ Bring me colour , the heart's wine .. . . . . .. . . . . . .. . . . The labour of the fields is hard . The lapping , lapping, lapping of the stream ... The life by a…
1929 · PDF PAGE 192
…t, on discovers that it is very rare indeed to experience twenty hours of continuous bad weather. There is nearly always a period of the day when one can get at least an hour or two which is fairly decent. The townsman's observations are confined to a small section of the day. The weather on the Baltoro glacier may therefore be judged as quite exceptionally abominable. I have had very bad luck (on the whole) with my weather on mountains. Even in Mexico, we had a fortnight of cold and wet which had no parallel in the memory of man, and caused th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 125
… than doves, More beautiful than Gods of wood or river ; And so the city should endure for ever.) But the king’s mood was otherwise this day. Along time’s river, fifty years away, There was a young man once Ruddier than autumn suns
1910 · PDF PAGE 29
…raphic survive. Shakespeare, Sterne, Swift, Rabelais, Villon, — what names have we to put against these ? Milton and some lesser. And to-day ? What authors of the last century do we find on our shelves ? Byron, exiled, yet with wealth suffi- cient to mock his foes ; Shelley, expelled from Oxford, exi- led, robbed of his children ; Keats, bullied into consump- tion ; Blake, nigh starved ; Flaubert, Baudelaire, Gautier, Zola, Richepin all prosecuted, suppressed ; Verlaine, his life a mere holiday between spells of prison. I cannot quote you the g…
1912 · PDF PAGE 97
…ies many a lure of perfume in my breast. MORTADELLO. Ha ! did Orlando sin with you ? I guessed aright. MONICA. Have you no wage to win ? Days wont to follow night. MORTADELLO. Cynic as wanton. MONICA. Well ? Come, you are cold, you are cold ! MORTADELLO. She-devil sprung from hell ! Where is that bosoms gold Of Magdalene ? cold too ! MONICA. I envied her the bliss. Of her black loveand you ! Now, am I worth a kiss ? MORTADELLO. I have it in my mind to end with you outright. MONICA. And you yourself might find an end before to- night. MORTAD…
1912 · PDF PAGE 269
…p his arms]. An' what, i’ the Lord’s name, is come to Houghmagandie? AWL. It’s a' richt, meenister. But I'm the Law an' the Prophets the day! [ELDER EEL comes drippingfrom thefountain. P 2 227
1912 · PDF PAGE 269
…p his arms]. An' what, i’ the Lord’s name, is come to Houghmagandie? AWL. It’s a' richt, meenister. But I'm the Law an' the Prophets the day! [ELDER EEL comes drippingfrom thefountain. P 2 227
1913 · PDF PAGE 6
…ht matter : Mr . Heineman , for poems from “ The Bird of Time ," by Sarojini Naidu ; Mr . Edward Arnold , for two extracts from “ Week - day Poems ," by Hugh Owen Meredith ; Messrs . Sidgwick and Jackson , for poems by Rupert Brooke ; Mr . Nutt , for part of a poem from " Songs of the Double Star ," by G. Leathem ; The Poetry Bookshop for " Grantchester " by Rupert Brooke ; Mr . John Lane , for one poem from “ The
1913 · PDF PAGE 370
… itself; it is an incontestable fact of science, and even of reason. The true religion is that which has always existed, which exists to-day, and will exist for ever. Some one may say that religion is this or that; religion is what it is. This is the true religion, and the false religions are superstitions imitated from her, borrowed from her, lying shadows of herself ! One may say of religion what one says of true art. Savage attempts at painting or sculpture are the attempts of ignorance to arrive at the truth. Art proves itself by itself, is…
1913 · PDF PAGE 370
… itself; it is an incontestable fact of science, and even of reason. The true religion is that which has always existed, which exists to-day, and will exist for ever. Some one may say that religion is this or that; religion is what it is. This is the true religion, and the false religions are superstitions imitated from her, borrowed from her, lying shadows of herself ! One may say of religion what one says of true art. Savage attempts at painting or sculpture are the attempts of ignorance to arrive at the truth. Art proves itself by itself, is…
1961 · PDF PAGE 111
…ormula of the past Æon was of the Dying god, and was based upon Ignorance. For Men thought that the Sun died and was reborn alike in the Day and in the Year; and so also was the Mystery of Man. Now already are we well assured by Science how the Death of the Sun is in Truth but the Shifting of a Shadow; and in this Æon (o my son, I lift up my Voice and I make Prophecy!) so shall it be proven as to Death. For the Body of Man is but his Shadow, it cometh and goeth even as the tides of Ocean; and he only is in Darkness who is hidden by that Shadow …
1913 · PDF PAGE 132
…ll find that, however good his memory may be, ten thousand impressions enter his mind for every one that it is able to retain even for a day. And the excellence of a memory lies in the wisdom of its selection. The best memories so select and judge that practically
1961 · PDF PAGE 137
…e and to control Nature; and every Profit of this sort released more Energy, and enlarged the Class of the Learned, until, as it is this Day, only a small Proportion of any mans Work must needs go to the satisfaction of first Will essential and common, the Provision of Shelter, Food, and Protection. Verily, also thou seest many Women made free to live as they will, even o the Admiration and Delight of the Sage whose eye laugheth to contemplate Mischief. Thus the duty of every Unit towards the whole is diminished, and also the necessity to conf…
1907 · PDF PAGE 14
8 THE STAR AND THE GARTER I spend a fraction of the day Plying the art of manicure. But always beats the heart: the more I polish, tint, or carve, I ask Strength from the heart’s too generous store To bend my fingers to the task. Cease: Iam broken: nought remains. The brain’s electric waves are still ; No blood beats eager in the veins ; The mind sinks deathward, and the will. It is no figure of boy’s speech, Lover’s enthusiasm, rhyme Magniloquent of bard, to reach Truth through the husk of space and time: No truth is more devout than this: ‘€I…
1911 · PDF PAGE 236
…t a secret sun of flame! I adore the insuperable might: I bow before the unspoken Name. [He !?₪/:, the” lum: toward altar, For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and Ι to—morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dian’s naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath. I come from the sequestered state; My birth is from the House of Death [He uah/ames fo altar. Hail l ye twin hawks high pinnacled That watch upon the universe! Ye that the bier of God beheld! That bore it onwards, ministers Of peace withi…
1911 · PDF PAGE 236
…t a secret sun of flame! I adore the insuperable might: I bow before the unspoken Name. [He !?₪/:, the” lum: toward altar, For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and Ι to—morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dian’s naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath. I come from the sequestered state; My birth is from the House of Death [He uah/ames fo altar. Hail l ye twin hawks high pinnacled That watch upon the universe! Ye that the bier of God beheld! That bore it onwards, ministers Of peace withi…
1910 · PDF PAGE 22
…e, wreathed By the fingers of the maid Each has chosen for a mate, When the west wind lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maidens horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love. Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air. Never shall we wander deep Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled summer …