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Page 7 of 1031913 · PDF PAGE 107
…e fierce flood swallows up the plains. The voice from below. Father, O father Nu! O father Nu! What miracle is this—tremendous-true? The old ship is grown new! The voice from the shrine. How should a ship grow old Whose virgin timbers hold Mine awful ark of gold? zuLu. Do I hear one speak of ships? CHINESE. Listen, my lord, to these, no lying lips. ARAB. Take us aboard; we sail where hunger grips No more three poor blind beggar men. nu [Aside]. May be These are the assassin three! [Aloud] Have ye the tokens of the true degree? [They cower. cHIN…
1913 · PDF PAGE 107
…e fierce flood swallows up the plains. The voice from below. Father, O father Nu! O father Nu! What miracle is this—tremendous-true? The old ship is grown new! The voice from the shrine. How should a ship grow old Whose virgin timbers hold Mine awful ark of gold? zuLu. Do I hear one speak of ships? CHINESE. Listen, my lord, to these, no lying lips. ARAB. Take us aboard; we sail where hunger grips No more three poor blind beggar men. nu [Aside]. May be These are the assassin three! [Aloud] Have ye the tokens of the true degree? [They cower. cHIN…
1954 · PDF PAGE 301
… So I did. Needless to say, I didn't know the shopman from Adam, as he did not offer me a view of his identification mark. I asked after old friends ; we gossiped of old times and new; presently he observed, putting a hand under the counter: "I think this is yours sir." "How do you know who I am? I've never seen you before." "Oh , yes sir, I was the odd-job boy at the old Sidney Street shop ; I remember you quite well." By this time there lay on the co un ter a strange familiar-unfamiliar object-a pipe that I had left for some minor repair befo…
1912 · PDF PAGE 48
…t vainglory, or the confidence of youth ? I would give half my realm for certainty of truth. But oh ! my heart misgives me. Pshaw ! I am old ! I am old ! All will be well, will be well. Buthow these bones are cold !
1901 · PDF PAGE 23
THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY 9 Of my old life; I sought another world. I ‘‘ got religion ””"—how I hate the phrase !— So jest the matron newspapers. The end. Since then I lived, as I am living still, Wrapped in the all-absorbing love of him My child, my child! And now my selfishness Is shamed, and I have made the sacrifice To give this pure heart to that maidenly, And let mine old age grow upon my hair, Finding my happiness in seeing him The all-devoted, and in God’s good pleasure Have little children playing at my knees, That I may listen, in their in…
1904 · PDF PAGE 50
…said Heaven was blue, And you owe, that your life is not wrecked, To a serious ballade or two. ENVOI Princess, it is ill superseding The old and well-tried with the new. Still, for once, lend your ear not unheeding To a serious ballade or two.
1907 · PDF PAGE 155
…bre sun Shines darkly in her breast But wakes no joy therein, And all his kisses sharp and keen Bring only now desire of rest, Not their old rapture: the warm violet eyes Melt into sweet hot tears ; subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; The brave bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love’s ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral seas. WINTER. Know ye mychildren? From the old strong breast Not weary yet of life’s grey change, not drawn Into the utter peace of …
1910 · PDF PAGE 5
…in. There she sways and stares, And with the jaw dropped all awry—first swears, Then lurches ; then she slobbers unctuously : “ I am not old : I am quite beautiful ; How have I lost your love ? ” Pitiful ! Pitiful ! Pitiful ! This is no tragedy of little tears. This worm was in her blood Lurking for thrice five years, And now I see him—that old slime that leers Where Bacchus smiles, that evil and averse God that is wholly curse,
1910 · PDF PAGE 142
…in. There she sways and stares, And with the jaw dropped all awryfirst swears, Then lurches ; then she slobbers unctuously : I am not old : I am quite beautiful ; How have I lost your love ? Pitiful ! Pitiful ! Pitiful ! This is no tragedy of little tears. This worm was in her blood Lurking for thrice five years, And now I see himthat old slime that leers Where Bacchus smiles, that evil and averse God that is wholly curse,
1903 · PDF PAGE 21
…e 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 who knew our author, go far to confirm this theory. Yet I believe (for it is so like his peculiar sense of humour) that…
1903 · PDF PAGE 9
THE GOD-EATER Criospa, Maurya. [The Scene ts an old Baronial Hall, elaborately, yet somewhat grotesquely (from the incongruity) fitted up as an antique Egyptian temple, C. an altar berween two obelisks; on it a censer vomits smoke in great volumes. Above at back of stage 1s a stately throne, square and simple, on steps. In it sits MAuRYA, quiet and silent. She is dressed in sombre green robes, lightened with old rose facings. She is heavily braceleted and ankleted with gold, and her crown is a gold disc supported in silver horns, rising from he…
1904 · PDF PAGE 52
40 BALLADE OF OLD ADMIRALS Our foes, whose flanks are ever scored With the great gashes that they make— These names shall strike a ringing chord— Nelson and Rodney, Howe and Drake. L’ENVOI England, thy sons shall guard thy coast, While the white waves in thunder break ; While in these names we make our boast— Nelson and Rodney, Howe and Drake.
1906 · PDF PAGE 8
2 ORACLES Your age and sex forbid, old man, I need not tell you how, Or else I’d knock you down, old man, Like that extremist cow.} You've gained your every seat, my friend, By perjuring your soul ; You’ve climbed to Downing Street, my friend, A very greasy poll. You bear a traitor’s brand, old man, You bear a liar’s brand ; I will zo¢ shake thy hand, old man, I will ot shake thy hand. [And I didn’t. THE BALLOON. Written (at the age of fifteen, and still unsur- passed) while in bed with measles at Ton- bridge in Kent, FLOATING in the summer air…
1901 · PDF PAGE 80
… For thou shalt understand A little of the pressure of the hand That crushed me now. Yes, yes ! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old Atreus planned ! Mind cannot fathom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The horror of that Thing without a Name. Full on me, boasting, like Death’s hand it came, And struck me headlong. Linger, while I weave The web of mine old agony and shame. A little shadow of that hour of mine Touches thy heart ? Fill up the foaming wine, And listen for a little ! How profound Strikes memory…
1907 · PDF PAGE 152
V The 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
1922 · PDF PAGE 67
…d you can imagine. She was not only a true friend, but a wise friend. She had evidently foreseen that we were going to run short of good old snow. Now I want all you fellows to take it as read that a man, if he calls himself a man, isn’t the kind of man that wants to stop a honeymoon with a girl in a Japanese kimono of the variety described, to have to put on a lot of beastly clothes and hunt all around Paris for a dope peddler. Of course, you'll say at once that I could have rung for the waiter and have him bring me a few cubic kilometres. But…
1904 · PDF PAGE 137
…cturating Mary The well-bred wife of a high-church parson Had a daughter fair and merry Who kept twelve hours a day her arse on The fine old family jerry. She poured such a stream of waters vital From a cunt so slimy and hairy That the Bishop of London gave her the title Of Micturating Mary. One day they were praying in church for rain When the heavens above with a roar rent : Came sizzle and splash on the window pane, And the road swirled down with the torrent. Cried the vicar : How quickly its come to pass ! Lets thank the Lord for his bl…
1904 · PDF PAGE 20
…ed 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 was with him fourscore. His father’s old advisers well he groups Into a cl…
1911 · PDF PAGE 94
THE EQUINOX deserved a beating, old scandal-manger! And often thou hast had it. FATMA. It was not a beating that thou didst earn, princess. Many a time I have fetched water from the well by— LAYLAH. Abdul Khan! take out this prating hag and beat her soundly. Fatma! this is the last time I leave thy lying tongue in that camel—lipped old face of an unbelieving Jinneeyah! [The emam/z drags her om‘, streaming and sea/ding. What news ? What news? LEDMIYA [at the window]. A horseman gallops from Jerusalem. LAYLAH Oh, quick, quick, quick, his tidings!…
1911 · PDF PAGE 94
THE EQUINOX deserved a beating, old scandal-manger! And often thou hast had it. FATMA. It was not a beating that thou didst earn, princess. Many a time I have fetched water from the well by— LAYLAH. Abdul Khan! take out this prating hag and beat her soundly. Fatma! this is the last time I leave thy lying tongue in that camel—lipped old face of an unbelieving Jinneeyah! [The emam/z drags her om‘, streaming and sea/ding. What news ? What news? LEDMIYA [at the window]. A horseman gallops from Jerusalem. LAYLAH Oh, quick, quick, quick, his tidings!…