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Page 96 of 2031910 · PDF PAGE 473
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT God save thee, woeful Palamede! The questing of the Beast is loud Within thy ear. By Goddes reed, Thou hast won the tilt from all the crowd ! Within thy proper bowels it sounds Mighty and musical at need, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within thee, Palamede! Now, then, he grasps the desperate truth He hath toiled these many years to see, Hath wasted strength, hath wasted youth— He was the Beast; the Beast was he! He rises from the cave of death, Runs to the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounte…
1910 · PDF PAGE 107
…as found by men most grave and sage Among the sands of a strange river. How my breast pants ! How my sides quiver ! Surely the breath of God is bubbling in These veins, their blood that held its calm discourse Lit with electric force By Him for whom I have done sin, Sin grievous against every part To purge the whole through to the heart. And lo ! thine eyes that dazzle me Like peacock’s fans with many a million Eyes of azure and vermilion
1913 · PDF PAGE 131
H . O. Meredith . The eyes are dim that were so keen And sunken pale are cheek and brow ; How should such difference grow between The God of then , the ghost of now ? " And straight his shrunken lips began To pipe shrill words he might not speak Oh master , oh my master , man , Thou art so strong : I am so weak ! I wander naked , cold , and blind ; Leave me no longer in the night : Pity the creature of thy mind : Give back the warmth , give back the light . A thousand , thousand years of time I drank men 's blood , I drew their thought : Dwelt …
1907 · PDF PAGE 235
…f the chief of sinners. Still, we may all freely confess that they are in many ways pictur- esque: and they do lead one to the Vision of God face to face, as one who hath so been led doth here solemnly lift up his voice and testify; but their method is incredibly tedious, and unsuited to most, if not all, Europeans. Let us never forget that no poetry of the higher sort, no art of the higher sort, has ever been produced by any Asiatic race. We are the poets! we are the children of wood and stream, of mist and mountain, of sun and wind! We adore …
1904 · PDF PAGE 36
…ingale. You do not speak like a daleswoman. MOLLY. I was at school, sir, at — SIR PERCY. O but I love you ! There is none above you, Not God ! I renounce Thee, O maker ! Dissolve,
1905 · PDF PAGE 66
INVOCATION * O SELF Divine ! O Living Lord of Me ! Self-shining flame, begotten of Beyond ! Godhead immaculate ! Swift tongue of fire, Kindled from that immeasurable light The boundless, the immutable. Come forth, My God, my lover, spirit of my heart, Heart of my soul, white virgin of the Dawn, My Queen of all perfection, come thou forth From thine abode beyond the Silences To me the prisoner, me the mortal man, Shrined in this clay : come forth, I say, to me, Initiate my quickened soul ; draw near, And let the glory of thy Godhead shine Throug…
1907 · PDF PAGE 20
…e snaky lightning through a thundercloud Up to the awful precipice-skirted place Where deaf, blind, palsied, mute There sits the leprous God ; we laugh aloud Seeing him face to face, Blowing him like a shaken sheaf of snow With a brief gust of wind Over the cliffs of his ensanguine throne ; Seating ourselves thereon, as men shall know, 15 G
1910 · PDF PAGE 383
…ughs upon the knight, Then turns to buss the blubber mouth, Draining the dregs of that black blight Of wine to ease their double drouth! God! what a glance! Sir Palamede Is stricken by the sword of fate : His mother it is in very deed That gleeful goes the goatish gait. His mother it his, that pure and pale Cried in the pangs that gave him birth; The holy image he would veil From aught the tiniest taint of earth.
1910 · PDF PAGE 383
…ughs upon the knight, Then turns to buss the blubber mouth, Draining the dregs of that black blight Of wine to ease their double drouth! God! what a glance! Sir Palamede Is stricken by the sword of fate : His mother it is in very deed That gleeful goes the goatish gait. His mother it his, that pure and pale Cried in the pangs that gave him birth; The holy image he would veil From aught the tiniest taint of earth.
1910 · PDF PAGE 67
…WHEN Tantalus talked, Jove was angered, He cursed, He Plunged him in Hades. In torture immersed, he Secretly laughed at the wrath of the Gods ; For, it chanced, he was not at all hungry or thirsty. So now, are you sure that you know how to use me ? It is certain the game is to win or to lose me ? It is you that stake allI shall win at the odds ! All I risk is one thingwill you bore or amuse me ? The god in the garden am I with my gross Worn mouth, whose indulgence hath made it morose. I paw your soft flesh, and you waken a mood To lip you, to…
1911 · PDF PAGE 115
…rpion I [He makes to 76/?!!!שקנmm’ das-þ: LAYLAH in his arms] Laylah! my one lovel LAYLAH, Rinaldo! RINALDO. We might not live together. God is love; He lets us die together. LAYLAH. Together at last I RINALDO. You and I, love, you and I. LAYLAH. You and I. [The flames Haze to hem/en with a 7047. RINALDO and LAYLAH are öle/ted aut. URCHIN. What has he done? ISAAC. He was tryingto save his diamonds. That was the Grand Master of the Temple. It was his crest; she must have stolen it. A diamond scorpion! Oh dear! Oh dear! URCHIN. ΓΗ be a dragon, wit…
1911 · PDF PAGE 115
…rpion I [He makes to 76/?!!!שקנmm’ das-þ: LAYLAH in his arms] Laylah! my one lovel LAYLAH, Rinaldo! RINALDO. We might not live together. God is love; He lets us die together. LAYLAH. Together at last I RINALDO. You and I, love, you and I. LAYLAH. You and I. [The flames Haze to hem/en with a 7047. RINALDO and LAYLAH are öle/ted aut. URCHIN. What has he done? ISAAC. He was tryingto save his diamonds. That was the Grand Master of the Temple. It was his crest; she must have stolen it. A diamond scorpion! Oh dear! Oh dear! URCHIN. ΓΗ be a dragon, wit…
1902 · PDF PAGE 121
The evil, and the barren, and the vile, In God's undying smile ! Stoop not, O stoop not, to yon splendid world, Yon darkly-splendid, airless, void, inane, Blind confines in stupendous horror curled, The sleepless place of Terror and distress. Luring damned souls with lying loveliness, The Habitation and the House of Pain. For that is their abode, the Wretched Ones, Of all unhappiness the sons ! And when, invoking often, thou shalt see That formless Fire ; when all the earth is shaken, The stars abide not, and the moon is gone, All Time crushed …
1905 · PDF PAGE 154
…, Up ! Ireland ! ere the good hour fly ! Stand all our fortunes on one cast ! Arise ! the hour is come at last. One torch may fire the ungodly shrine— O God ! and may that torch be mine ! But, even when victory is assured, Forget not all ye have endured ! Of native mercy dam the dyke, And leave the snake no fang to strike !
1907 · PDF PAGE 10
…owed mine head Upon the amber altar, And shed my life out there before ye all, Careless if I had summoned from the skies Some young true God, or spoiled the sacrifice, And were but dead as any man is dead ! So I have given up my inmost life Even unto you, sweet wife, Carelessyet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death. IV OUR wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, Mingle your wine-wise breath, Spiritual siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred…
1910 · PDF PAGE 482
… HISTORY OF GOOD That crouch like jackals. Stress and shock Move Palamede no more. Like Fate He moves with silent speed. They flock, The Gods, to watch him. Now abate His pulses ; he threads through the vale, And turns him to the mighty gate, The glacier. Oh, the flowers that scale Those sun-kissed heights! The snows that crown The quartz ravines! The clouds that veil The awful slopes! Dear God! look down And see this petty man move on, Relentless as Thine own renown, Careless of praise or orison, Simply determined. Wilt Thou launch (This knigh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 482
… HISTORY OF GOOD That crouch like jackals. Stress and shock Move Palamede no more. Like Fate He moves with silent speed. They flock, The Gods, to watch him. Now abate His pulses ; he threads through the vale, And turns him to the mighty gate, The glacier. Oh, the flowers that scale Those sun-kissed heights! The snows that crown The quartz ravines! The clouds that veil The awful slopes! Dear God! look down And see this petty man move on, Relentless as Thine own renown, Careless of praise or orison, Simply determined. Wilt Thou launch (This knigh…
1911 · PDF PAGE 156
…ree, and I have given myself three times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead girl’s breast, crash! The nurse shook herself, half angrily, as a retriever shakes off water. Then she put the child into his arms. MARTIA…
1911 · PDF PAGE 197
PART IV Darkness AQUARIUS. In truth, master, the ceremony cannot proceed. There is no god in the shrine. MAGISTER TEMPLI. Brother Aquarius, let search be made. AQUARIUS. Brother Capricornus, let search be made. [Light on. [CAPRICORNUS enters veil and walks πῤand down. He returns.] [bg/tts mir. Brother Capricornus, what do you find ? CAPRICORNUS. Master, there is nothing but a little pile of dust. AQUARIUS. There is no living thing therein? CAPRICORNUS. There is no living thing therein. MAGISTER TEMPLI. [Reni/e: poem: “ Collogue sen/z'men/al."] I…
1911 · PDF PAGE 156
…ree, and I have given myself three times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead girl’s breast, crash! The nurse shook herself, half angrily, as a retriever shakes off water. Then she put the child into his arms. MARTIA…