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…e! Poor, poor Henry! DELHOMME. In the very flower of his life. . . . CARR [solemnly]. Truly, my dear sir, in the midst of life we are in death. : 213
… was born a Prince, and died a beggar. Mohammed was born a beggar, and died a Prince. Christ remained obscure until many years after his death. Elaborate lives of each have been written by devotees, and there is one thing common to all three——an omission. We hear nothing of Christ between the ages of twelve and thirty. Mohammed disappeared into a cave. Buddha left his palace, and went for a long while into the desert. Each of them, perfectly silent up to the time of the dis- appearance, came back and immediately began to preach a new law. This …
…to the thing, the rite without reason, faith become insensate through isolating itself. It is in consequence the corpse of religion, the death of life, stupefaction substituted for inspiration. Fanaticism is superstition become passionate, its name comes from the word fanum, which signifies “temple,” it is the temple put in the place of God, it is the human and temporal interest of the priest substituted for the honour of priesthood, the wretched passion of the man exploiting the faith of the believer. In the fable of the ass loaded with relics…
…o sing, and makes his readers feel that impulse.” —Zhe Morning Post. “There is a certain grim power in some of the imaginings concerning death, as ‘The Dream? and «The Recall,’ and any reader with a liking for verse of an unconventional character will find several pieces after his taste.” —The Daily Telegraph. “Here is a poet of promise.”—The Daily Chronicle. “It is not often that energy and poetic feeling are united so happily as in this little book.”—The Morning Leader. “There is promise and some fine lines in these verses.”— The Times. TO BE…
…to the thing, the rite without reason, faith become insensate through isolating itself. It is in consequence the corpse of religion, the death of life, stupefaction substituted for inspiration. Fanaticism is superstition become passionate, its name comes from the word fanum, which signifies “temple,” it is the temple put in the place of God, it is the human and temporal interest of the priest substituted for the honour of priesthood, the wretched passion of the man exploiting the faith of the believer. In the fable of the ass loaded with relics…
…o sing, and makes his readers feel that impulse.” —Zhe Morning Post. “There is a certain grim power in some of the imaginings concerning death, as ‘The Dream? and «The Recall,’ and any reader with a liking for verse of an unconventional character will find several pieces after his taste.” —The Daily Telegraph. “Here is a poet of promise.”—The Daily Chronicle. “It is not often that energy and poetic feeling are united so happily as in this little book.”—The Morning Leader. “There is promise and some fine lines in these verses.”— The Times. TO BE…
… being, bliss, and thought, In dissolution direly wrought Of sense, identity’s eclipse, The shadow of a lover’s lips. The awful steel of Death divides The alternation of the tides Of consciousness, and binds in bliss The dead man to the girl’s live kiss. So sped my wooing: now I surely think Suspended here upon the burning brink Of this dim agony, invading sense, That bliss should still abide: but now I shrink, Fall from the crags of memory, and abide Now in this nature-life, basilisk-eyed, And serpent-stinging : yea, I perish thence. That peri…
…aven’s somehow to earn, No doubt—no way that I know ! Hell’s enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mother’s fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the world’s scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour In vain that build it. And Again : Excepti…
…being open, and very wide open, at the bottom, it permits that light to pass and illumine them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death.
…ss, And time and space exist there not at all: We have encompassed heaven in a kiss. And for a moment we are gods, immortal, Stricken to death within the secret portal. (v1) In the red dusk of Autumn, when the day Died down to night, and lamps were lit, and we Stared at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I fel…
…ss, And time and space exist there not at all: We have encompassed heaven in a kiss. And for a moment we are gods, immortal, Stricken to death within the secret portal. (v1) In the red dusk of Autumn, when the day Died down to night, and lamps were lit, and we Stared at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I fel…
…he fire-work of the Goddess Liberty. Twilight, how sweet thou art and tender! The rosy lights which linger still on the horizon like the death-spasm of Day trampled by the victorious car of Night; the torch-like flames which stain with their dull red the expiring glo- ries of the setting sun; the heavy curtains which some invisible hand draws from the depths of the East:these are but imitations of all the complex feelings which struggle within the heart of man in the solemn hours of his life. Or lone like liken thee unto one of those strange d…
…n then resisted not, so fain to die Was my desire, so weary of the fight With my own love, so willing to be quite Sure of my strength by death ; and eagerly Almost I crossed the barrier keen and white. When lo! a miracle! Her carven hand Is lifted, and the little space is spanned, And I am plucked from out her maw, and set Down on the pedestal, whose polished jet Shone like a mirror out of hell-—I stand Free, where the blood of other men is wet. So slowly, while the mob stood back, I went Out of the city, with no life content, And certain I sho…
…hose his love deliberately, I am quite sure, with reference to his art alone. But if our Editor’s conjecture as to the real cause of his death is right, the fire he played with burnt him at last, and he died of the love he had invoked in play. It is the old-story of the magician strangled by the devil. As to what became of Alice we have no idea, if, indeed, she be after all a real person. In my judgment our poet was perfectly capable of deify- ing an old woman of fifty with a false front and *The results of a lengthy correspondence with some wh…
…ture, Joys of birth, and joys of life, in pleasures Beautiful or innocent or stately, May the wise discern the fact of being— Change and death, the tragedy deep-lurking Hidden in the laughter of the people, So that laughter’s self grows gross and hateful. Then the Noble Truth of Sorrow quickens Every heart, and, seeking out its causes, Still the one task of the wise, their wisdom Finds desire, and, seeking out its medicine, Finds cessation of desire, and, seeking How so fierce a feat may be accomplished, Finds at first in Truth a right foundati…
…er than eyesight. 52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, and the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my services; ye do well, and I will reward you here and hereafter. 53. Fear not, O prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blesse'd are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow…
…eavens somehow to earn No doubtno way that I know ! Hells enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mothers fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the worlds scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour In vain that build it. And Again : Excepti…
…arvitatio muapp Praetoriani pp 566 A valley; a plain me Puncta nya (SMK + VV + DLTh, SVD 3939;D =a secret, spelt in full] ‘The Shadow of Death; Hell pypby of Netzach
…arvitatio muapp Praetoriani pp 566 A valley; a plain me Puncta nya (SMK + VV + DLTh, SVD 3939;D =a secret, spelt in full] ‘The Shadow of Death; Hell pypby of Netzach
…ted glade, My berries from the rustling bough :— Return, and eat, and sleep. Allow For me, the silence and the night 3 Life, peace ; and death, a welcome wight. SAID. THE spears of the night at her onset Are lords of the day for a while, The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile. Afloat are the gales In our slumberous sails On the beautiful breast of the Nile. We have swooned through the midday, ex- hausted By the lips—they are whips—of the sun, The horizon befogged and befrosted By the haze and the greys and the dun Of the …