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Page 6 of 1001913 · PDF PAGE 564
…our soul, guarantees its resemblance for ever, and tirelessly retouches it. You pretty women who are not good, be sure that you will not long remain beautiful. Beauty is the loan which Nature makes to virtue. If virtue is not ready when it falls due, the lender will pitilessly take back Her capital. Perversity, by modifying the organism whose equilibrium it destroys, creates at the same time a fatality of needs which urges it to its own destruction, to its death. The less the perverse man enjoys, the more thirsty of enjoyment he is. Wine is lik…
1913 · PDF PAGE 564
…our soul, guarantees its resemblance for ever, and tirelessly retouches it. You pretty women who are not good, be sure that you will not long remain beautiful. Beauty is the loan which Nature makes to virtue. If virtue is not ready when it falls due, the lender will pitilessly take back Her capital. Perversity, by modifying the organism whose equilibrium it destroys, creates at the same time a fatality of needs which urges it to its own destruction, to its death. The less the perverse man enjoys, the more thirsty of enjoyment he is. Wine is lik…
1928 · PDF PAGE 43
…he cannot share her reverie, or she who is quite alone? I do not know. . . . Once upon a time it happened to me that I fol- lowed during long hours a mournful old woman of this type; stiff, straight, under a little word- out shawl; she bore herself in all her being with stoical pride. She was evidently condemned by absolute solitude to the habits of a celibate of long standing, and the masculine character of her manners added something mysteriously pi- quant to their austerity. I do not know in what
1907 · PDF PAGE 152
…e Chapter known as The Old Bottle In which chapter it is related : how it once contained the dregs of many casks , and how they have all long since gone dry ; and its uselessness , and how it stinketh when it be uncorked , and its unprofitableness , also the unfit ness thereof to hold the New Wine ,” of which hereafter . L
1909 · PDF PAGE 171
A HANDBOOK OF GEOMANCY That the Querent’s loss in business has been principally owing to his own mismanagement; that he will have a long and hard struggle, but will meet with help from friends; that his obstacles will gradually give way; and that after much anxiety he will eventually recoup himself for his previous losses. II L 161
1909 · PDF PAGE 171
A HANDBOOK OF GEOMANCY That the Querent’s loss in business has been principally owing to his own mismanagement; that he will have a long and hard struggle, but will meet with help from friends; that his obstacles will gradually give way; and that after much anxiety he will eventually recoup himself for his previous losses. II L 161
1910 · PDF PAGE 165
…ming Beings twin ? Be mute ! Is Deaths low drumming louder than Lifes lute ? Was I the ass, that fed my body on That crackling grass, long after midnight gone ; Or thou, that shivered all night long for fear The sun delivered no dawn upon the meer ? More, canst thou tell what god may watch thy beacon, Feed it from hell or heaven, ere it weaken, From some anointed sceptre, fiery dew For this appointed, that my soul win through ? Nay ! all we know not anything. Yet raise, Though we must throw our hearts to feed its blaze, The aspiring flame, t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 180
…e love born by a sunlit sea— Through the gray dusk a faint pink glows, The aureole of a flower that blows In the garden of the gods: too long I linger lost in sense of song; Too long I stay, too late, too late I wander by the hidden gate Of the garden, and the night-wind blows Around me still, ah, Rose, my Rose! From thee the wind-borne breezes float: From thee! the secret word, the note On the lips of a dying god, pierced through By the spear of Dawn. Is Dawn still new, Now thou art faded in the gloom ? Now thou art lost in death and doom? I k…
1913 · PDF PAGE 180
…e love born by a sunlit sea— Through the gray dusk a faint pink glows, The aureole of a flower that blows In the garden of the gods: too long I linger lost in sense of song; Too long I stay, too late, too late I wander by the hidden gate Of the garden, and the night-wind blows Around me still, ah, Rose, my Rose! From thee the wind-borne breezes float: From thee! the secret word, the note On the lips of a dying god, pierced through By the spear of Dawn. Is Dawn still new, Now thou art faded in the gloom ? Now thou art lost in death and doom? I k…
1904 · PDF PAGE 20
… was, none dare disturb his grief. And for his grief was strong, they loved and praised him For son’s devotion to their dear dead chief. Long, long he wept, nor brought with tears relief. He knew the loss, the old head wise and grey Well to assoil him of his spirit’s grief, The twilight dangers of a boy’s dim way, His dragons to confront, his minotaurs to slay. Yet, when he knew himself the baronet, He took good order for the house, and bore Him as beseemed the master ; none may fret All are as well bestowed as aye before. His father’s eighty w…
1905 · PDF PAGE 98
…ain From the sweet scarlet threat I thought was sin. I cannot sin ! Alas, one sin were sweet ! But sin is living—and we cannot meet ! So long ago, so miserably long ! I was a maiden—oh how rich and rare Seemed the soft sunshine woven in my hair ! How keen the music of my body’s song ! How white the blossom of my body’s light ! How red the lips, how languorous the eyes, How made for pleasure, for the sleepy sighs Softer than sleep ; amorous dew-dreams of night
1911 · PDF PAGE 294
… my clamorous dithyrambs, Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil; My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kissesawake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held.
1911 · PDF PAGE 294
… my clamorous dithyrambs, Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil; My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kissesawake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held.
1928 · PDF PAGE 44
miserable café and on what she dined; I fol- lowed her to the reading-room, and I watched her a long while, while she sought in the news- papers with quick glancing eyes, long since burnt out by tears, some news of powerful and personal interest. At last, in the afternoon, under a charming autumn sky, one of those skies whence de- scend the armies of regret and of remem- brance, she seated herself in a garden, aside, far from the crowd, to listen to one of those concerts whose regimental music the people of Paris so enjoy. That was doubtless th…
1904 · PDF PAGE 20
…ter, your wheel’s goin’ round !” L’ENVOI I doubt if the verse I distil Will be by th’ Academy crowned, I don’t care a bit if it will, As long as the voices are shrill ;— “ Hi, mister, your wheel’s goin’ round!”
1939 · PDF PAGE 9
… Excess, said William Blake, To the Palace of Wisdom leads one; Open a bottle for Wisdoms sake! And I am the boy that needs one. Its a long, long way, but its good to take Open a bottle for Mishter Blake! At the door of Burgess Fish Sauce Shop She stood, oh, how does it go, boys? Well, truly rural will do for the cop, If you say it quiet and slow, boys. Why the devil should anyone stop, When truly rural will do for the cop? I dknow f t struck you, i shtruck me Thwas somethin wrong with the pheasant. Say, how would a little drink,…
1902 · PDF PAGE 37
…he loves of lambent spring. Our lamp the drooping moon, 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 35
1913 · PDF PAGE 234
… no more green ; The day is past, and love and life are fled: Out from my window in the night I lean To hear the waiting ghosts of hours long dead. But, being dead, they dwell at rest in me, Turned into song by love’s strange alchemy. Wherefore I sing of things long past and dead; Wherefore I murmur foolishly in sleep; The old, old pain still throbbing through my head In dreams of desert valleys, mountains steep, With winding paths ; hot suns and scorching plains. There is a fire unquenched within my brains. Because I sing in unknown cadences, …
1913 · PDF PAGE 234
… no more green ; The day is past, and love and life are fled: Out from my window in the night I lean To hear the waiting ghosts of hours long dead. But, being dead, they dwell at rest in me, Turned into song by love’s strange alchemy. Wherefore I sing of things long past and dead; Wherefore I murmur foolishly in sleep; The old, old pain still throbbing through my head In dreams of desert valleys, mountains steep, With winding paths ; hot suns and scorching plains. There is a fire unquenched within my brains. Because I sing in unknown cadences, …
1929 · PDF PAGE 234
…ore reporting to Mavor." "Oh well, I dare say the Intelligence Department can get on without its champion guesser for a day or so. Trot along, Grey; but for your own sake I advise you to think up a fact or two." Cyril saluted, and took his leave. Juventius came to see him into the car. "I'll wheedle the old ass," he whispered to his friend, "I'll get him to make such dispositions as he can without disturbing the line too much; so that if Foch should see any sense in your scheme, by any chance, we shan't be too backward in coming forward." "Good…