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Page 90 of 1971910 · PDF PAGE 29
20 AMBERGRIS Nay, stretch a hand ! Although their eagle clutch Oerturn thy skiff, yet it is overmuch To grieve for that : life is not so divine I count it little grief to part with such ! We are wild serpents in a ring of fire ; Our necks stretch out, our haggard eyes aspire In desperation ; from the fearful line Our coils revulse in impotence and ire. An idle song it was the poet sang, A quavering noteno brazen kettles clang, But gentle, drooping, tearful. Nay, achieve ! I can remember how the finish rang Clear, sharp, and loud ; the harp …
1911 · PDF PAGE 160
… worlds 1 And one shall pluck thee forth, and love and death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the red-blushing roses. O Rose, my Rose of the world, my Rose of Roses, Thou shalt be born anew, and live for ever! VICTOR ]. Ι. NEUBURG. 152
1911 · PDF PAGE 160
… worlds 1 And one shall pluck thee forth, and love and death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the red-blushing roses. O Rose, my Rose of the world, my Rose of Roses, Thou shalt be born anew, and live for ever! VICTOR ]. Ι. NEUBURG. 152
1913 · PDF PAGE 182
… forbidden word, in thee, in thee impearled. My Rose! my Rose! my Rose! my ensanguined Rose, Blood o’ the heart of the love transcending life, Than death more cool, more eloquent, more still : There is moonlight on the hill, But thou art gone, as goes The promised joy of thee, the world’s still-virgin wife. They spurn thee from the temples of their Lady, Nor know the passion of thy virgin will, Nor heed the murmurous song of thee, that blows Over their heads, my Rose: But in cool paths and shady Of the old secret woods, ah! they might find thee…
1913 · PDF PAGE 182
… forbidden word, in thee, in thee impearled. My Rose! my Rose! my Rose! my ensanguined Rose, Blood o’ the heart of the love transcending life, Than death more cool, more eloquent, more still : There is moonlight on the hill, But thou art gone, as goes The promised joy of thee, the world’s still-virgin wife. They spurn thee from the temples of their Lady, Nor know the passion of thy virgin will, Nor heed the murmurous song of thee, that blows Over their heads, my Rose: But in cool paths and shady Of the old secret woods, ah! they might find thee…
1902 · PDF PAGE 139
…lm, small, and still, directing desolation ; Death to the world athwart its path.— So he Cried out upon me " Till this barren staff Take life, and bud, and blossom, and bear fruit, And shed sweet scent — so long God casteth thee Out from His glory !" Stricken, smitten, slain— When—one unknown, a pilgrim with the rest. Darting long rugged fingers and deep eyes. Reached to the sceptre with his word and will — Buds, roses, blossoms ! Lilies of the Light ! Bloom, bloom, the fragrance shed upon the air ! ^i7
1903 · PDF PAGE 19
…examples of what I mean. The secret of the 10th day is peculiarly obscure, and apparently refers to some long-past event in the author’s life. To turn for a moment to an examin- tion of the facts as found in the poem. 1st day.—They are on a tropical island in the Pacific. 6th day and 11th.—The man is a meddler with magic and a believer in the Theosophical Doctrines of Evolution (4th day), and yet also in existence of Gods.* 8th day.—He calls his island “ the extreme west of all the world.” 16th day.—“ Alice ” had a husband living (where is ment…
1905 · PDF PAGE 123
…nge : the king turned idly, sought to press The bosom where love lately burnt supreme, And found no ivory deep. He turned and sought out life ; and nothing lived : Death, and nought died. The king’s brow fell. Sore grieved He rose, not knowing : and before his will Swan’s throat, dove’s eyes, moon’s breast, and woman’s mouth, And form desirable Of all the clustered love drew back : grew still “ O turn, my lover, turn thee to the South ! ” The girl’s warm song of the Siesta’s hour. Heedless of all that flower, Eager to feel the strong brown fing…
1909 · PDF PAGE 401
…ust-licking before that amiable Teutonic prig, the late Prince Consort. Yet this busy buttock-groom gives the best part of his flunkey’s life to the achievement. Even his own friendships—his sdiyspusiaj—are made but the pretext fora new servility. 393
1909 · PDF PAGE 401
…ust-licking before that amiable Teutonic prig, the late Prince Consort. Yet this busy buttock-groom gives the best part of his flunkey’s life to the achievement. Even his own friendships—his sdiyspusiaj—are made but the pretext fora new servility. 393
1907 · PDF PAGE 222
…e hollower for respitals Swift as the breeze is.) Ay ! the golden age is a broken vessel. All the golden waters exhale, evanish., Joy of life and laughter of love we banish : Damued is the will dead. Now with brass and iron we writhe and wrestle. Now with clay the torrent of fire is tainted. Life apes death: the lily is curled and painted ; Gold is regilded. Master, we lament thee, as awful anguish Seizes on the infinite maze of mortals. See we love that yearns to the golden portals Bound of the grey god. Love, thy children, laughter and sunlig…
1929 · PDF PAGE 203
…t intensely interesting, because impersonally intimate, details about men of letters. He told us at first hand the tragedy of Meredith's life, the mystery of his birth, and his father's attempts to establish a marriage with would have entitled him to a place in the peerage; the romance of Vittoria; and the intrigue of Diana of the Crossways. He traced the influence of the master's locomotor ataxia upon his life, his character and his creatures. He explained how the long years of suffering had deformed Meredith's disposition and led him to disgr…
1929 · PDF PAGE 392
… propitiated, or from which we may shelter by appealing to others. The traveller must train his senses to the finest possible point. His life may depend on his seeing a shadow flit across some far off slope of a sand dune, and thereby divining an ambush. The circles of the vulture must enable him to calculate his course. Nothing too trivial to be his teacher, too insignificant to be of infinite import! As one becomes familiar with the wilderness, nature herself reveals reality in a sense which one had never suspected. The complexity of experien…
1906 · PDF PAGE 68
…t into mine, and dips And bends her body, writhes and swims To link the velvet of our limbs, My drouthy passion worn and keen, And lusty life of Messaline. The heart’s blood in her boiling over She sucked from many a dying lover : The purple of her racing veins ILeapt from some soul’s despairing pains ; She drinks up life as from a cup ; She drains our health and builds it up Into her body ; takes our breath, And we—we dream not it is death! Arm unto arm and eye to eye, Breast to great breast and thigh to thigh, We look, and strain, and laugh, …
1901 · PDF PAGE 114
…eason; Shrieked, crawled to die; delirium abates By some good chance her terror in its season. Her ravings picture the cessation of Such life 2s she had. known: her mind conceives
1905 · PDF PAGE 102
…earth ; I found a lonely place To gaze for ever on the ocean’s face, Lamenting through the lamentable years ; Without a god, deprived of life and death, Sensible only to that sombre breath. Thus wait I on the spring-forgotten shore ; Looking with vain unweeping eyes, for aye Into the wedding of the sea and sky, (That do not wed, ay me !) for evermore
1905 · PDF PAGE 176
…his fastness, Or a warrior leant on his spear, The hill stands up in the vastness, And the stars grow strangely near ; For the secret of life and its gladness Are hidden in strength that distils A potion of madness from berries of sadness Grown wild in the hills. Though the earth be disparted and rended, Thus only the great peaks change That their image is moulded and bended Into all that a fancy may range ; And the silence my song could refigure To the note of a bird did I will, Of glory or rigour, of passion or vigour— The change were to ill …
1910 · PDF PAGE 344
…nly beside me, above me the mystical night, No dream so created in darkness was ever more fair. For then was thy touch as the light of a life-giving fire, Which kindles, and scorches, and burns, with unsated desire, Thy breath the warm essence of myrtle, the fragrance of pine, The languorous smoke of a temple obscene yet divine, Which gladdens the soul of a god in his passionate ire. So silent those nights, I could fancy the uttermost deep Engulfed us for ever,—for ever in silence to keep The tale of our wooing: till sweetly the murderous hours…
1910 · PDF PAGE 344
…nly beside me, above me the mystical night, No dream so created in darkness was ever more fair. For then was thy touch as the light of a life-giving fire, Which kindles, and scorches, and burns, with unsated desire, Thy breath the warm essence of myrtle, the fragrance of pine, The languorous smoke of a temple obscene yet divine, Which gladdens the soul of a god in his passionate ire. So silent those nights, I could fancy the uttermost deep Engulfed us for ever,—for ever in silence to keep The tale of our wooing: till sweetly the murderous hours…
1913 · PDF PAGE 191
… and I have altered not ; Is it that I half forgot, A year ago , and all despised For a space the things that I had prized : The race of life , the glittering show ? 172