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Page 1 of 1001905 · PDF PAGE 56
TRANSLATIONS FROM BAUDELAIRE 5I Who knowest all, of under earth the king, Familiar healer of man’s suffering ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who to the leper, even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hope—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clea…
1906 · PDF PAGE 22
16 ORACLES Who knowest all, of under earth the king, Familiar healer of man’s suffering ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery! Who to the leper, even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hlape—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arse…
1910 · PDF PAGE 50
…ack snake, wormy and wriggly. BILIFARES — A great toad with a black head. LAMARION — A donkey-headed beast the size of a spaniel, with a long twisted tail. DIRALISEN — A snake with six feet. Its head is like that of an enormous ferret, and the eyes very red. LICAMEN — A very small long-eared monkey. DUNIRAG — Like a sheep with the mange. It has straight horns and four black legs : the wool is in knots and patches. ELPONEN — A whitish long-haired mouse. ERGAMEN — A big black hairy spider. GOTIFAN — A bat of light colour and red mixed. NIMORUP — …
1905 · PDF PAGE 57
…ROM BAUDELAIRE Who taught frail man, to make his suffering lighter, Consoling, to mix sulphur with salt nitre ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! O subtle complice, who as blatant Beast Brandest vile Crœsus, him that pities least ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who in girls’ eyes and hearts implantest deep Lust for the wound, the twain that wound bids weep ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Staff of the exiled, the inventor’s spark, Confessor of hanged men and plotters dark ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Adopted si…
1904 · PDF PAGE 91
A RONDEL SAY, how long shall our love remain Keen as the sea and strong, Light as the wind, and glad as the rain :— Say, how long? Say, to whom shall the lips belong This year, next year, never again ? Say, whose lips will have done me wrong? Tell me, little shy bird, if pain Dwell in thy heart at an idle song ; Now we are one; we shall soon be twain ! Say, how long? 79
1910 · PDF PAGE 51
… Set Beast’s face. TROMES — An enormous black beetle with lobster- like mandibles. BALFORI — A 7-pointed white star, with one point very long. AROLEN — Enormous green locust. ICROCHI — A Cat’s head, a dachshund’s body, a long tufted tail. Browny-yellow, dead-looking. NOMINON — A large red spongy jellyfish with one greenish luminous spot. Like a nasty mess. IAMAI — A small light crested yellow bird, iridescent under the throat. AROGOR — A black vulture with human ears, a very long beak, and very red eyes. HOLASTRI — An enormous pink bug. HACUMUB…
1907 · PDF PAGE 99
92 THE STAR IN THE WEST long as man wages war against woman for sins that he condones in himself , so long will vice reign supreme , so long will women prove themselves deceivers , harpyiæ and sirenes, let alone Eumenides . Most will recognize the following as the opening scene in Terence's “ The Mother- in -Law ,” which play sums up the matter tersely enough : Philotis . l ' faith , Syra, you can find but very few lovers who prove constant to their mistresses . For instance , how often did this Pamphilus swear to Bacchis-how solemnly , so that…
1928 · PDF PAGE 59
In the caresses of thy mane I find once more the langours of long hours passed on a divan, in the cabin of a tall ship; hours rocked by the imperceptible roll of the cradling har- bour, among jars of flowers and cooling foun- tains. In the blazing hearth of thy mane I breathe the scent of tobacco mixed with opium and sugar; in the night of thy mane I see glitter the infinity of tropical azure; upon the swan-soft banks of thy mane I intoxicate myself with the mingled odours of tar, of musk, and of the oil of coconut. Let me bite long, long, thy …
1910 · PDF PAGE 85
… silver tongue Sang golden songs to the disdainful dung. Regenerating starlight of the vault He called ; and sulphur, mercury, and salt. Long years he laboured at the cucurbite : Long years he thrilled the alembic with his light. Long years he travailed at the athanor : Inert the dung was as it was before.
1903 · PDF PAGE 105
…ould not, loving to see her children laugh, Let cowards twit them with their mother’s lust. Even our own purity confirmed the trust. How long, O lord, how long ? Too long by half Till men read, wondering, wedlock’s epitaph. 85
1929 · PDF PAGE 92
…E WEAVING OF THE BUTTERFLY-NET CYRIL GREY made the midnight invocation to the Sun-God, Khephra, the Winged Beetle, upon the crest of the Long Rocher; and he made the morning invocation to the Sun-God, Ra, the Hawk, upon the heights that overlooked the hamlet of Barbizon. Thence, like Chanticleer himself, he woke the people of the Inn, who, in memory of the days Stevenson had spent with them, honour his ashes by emulating the morality of Long John Silver. They were prepared for the breakfast order; but Cyril's requirement, a long-distance call t…
1898 · PDF PAGE 80
Holds out a star. He stands amid the storm, a mighty rock, His long hair blows about, the demons mock His entry to their kingdom, and despair. Groans in the blackness, infamous and bare, And hateful shapes and eyes surround his head— O for the magic of those mightier dead To scatter them, and utterly destroy Their likeness, and to penetrate the joy Of yonder places past the realm of fear ! O that some mighty seer Came to avenge, that might deliver him From this grim fight, whose horrid ranks are dim With mist of spuméd blood, whose long chill h…
1913 · PDF PAGE 220
…ere walked the King 's White Daughter They flew and took the sunlight which sparkled in her crown . And on the lawn she saw them , their long V'd shadows slanting , While beside her walked the peacocks, and behind her strolled the page ; And she cried with her hands clasped , “ Why should these go flaunting ? They kill the pretty sunlight ! ' Tis the sign of Death and Age !" " There is nor age nor death for thee , my Lady , Thou art enchanted ” — and up he took his bow . “ True !” she cried laughing , “ but still more persuade me , Strike them …
1898 · PDF PAGE 83
TO J. L. D. 77 TO J. L. D. At last, so long desired, so long delayed, The step is taken, and the threshold past ; I am within the palace I have prayed At last. Like scudding winds, when skies are overcast, Came the soft breath of Love, that might not fade. O Love, whose magic whispers bind me fast, O Love, who hast the kiss of Love betrayed, Hide my poor blush beneath thy pinions vast, Since thou hast come, nor left me more a maid, At last.
1913 · PDF PAGE 46
Rupert Brooke. Day long and watch the Cambridge sky, And, flower -lulled in sleepy grass , Hear the cool lapse of hours pass , Until the centuries blend and blur In Grantchester , in Grantchester . . . . Still in the dawnlit waters cool His ghostly Lordship swims his pool, And tries the strokes , essays the tricks, Long learnt on Hellespont, or Styx ; Dan Chaucer hears his river still Chatter beneath a phantom mill ; Tennyson notes , with studious eye, How Cambridge waters hurry by . . . And in that garden , black and white , Creep whispers thr…
1904 · PDF PAGE 100
…Kissing her twat, I sat between her feet, Smelt it, and felt it : sucked and found it sweet : Made fast her legs, drew down her clitoris Long as long pricks, and juicy like a kiss : With her own fingers played upon the spot Kissing her twat. Shit were no sweeter than her spend to me ! Shit of dead lobsters under the cold sea ! What fart could get between my lips and hers ? What new sweet splutter of her hairy arse ? Unless perhaps her spitting piss me shot, Kissing her twat.
1910 · PDF PAGE 146
…s gone down in his glory To the Houses of Hate and of Wrong. Would ye see if he rise ? In Hesperian skies Ye may look for his rising for long. The magical æon beginneth Of song in the heart of desire, That smiteth and striveth and sinneth, But burns up the soul of the lyre : There is pain in the note : In the sorcerers throat Is a sword, and his brain is afire ! Long after (to men : but a moment To me in my mansion of rest) Is a sundawn to blaze what the glow meant Seen long after death in the west ; A magical æon ! Nor love-song nor pæan, B…
1898 · PDF PAGE 109
…y one moment bonds of clay, And touch the day With pallid wistful lips beyond the earth, And bring to birth New thoughts with which life long has travailed ; As if one dead Should rise and utter secrets of the tomb, And from hell’s womb Or heaven’s breast bring all the load of fears, Toils of long years, Sorrows of life and agonies of death, Hard caught-up breath, The labouring hands of love, the cheeks of shame, The gloomy flame 99
1899 · PDF PAGE 62
54 THE TALE OF ARCHAIS O dear Uranian night ! O happy hours ! Will they be long returning on their track ? Will my gold mane grow grey and know them not ? Will my hearts fibers long endure the rack That tears them nowthe fear I am forgot ? Nay, but I fear not : I well know your lips Yearn over moor and marsh for me, your hand Misses no moment but its marble slips In your bright tunic, as the little ships That seek a harbour by some rocky strand, To take your pipe, and play at loves demand Some tender song I sung you long ago To lume again so…
1912 · PDF PAGE 71
…hout much distraction on a subject in which it is much interested. We have the popular phrase, “ revolving a thing in the mind ”; and as long as the subject is sufficiently complex, as long as thoughts pass freely, there is no great difficulty. So long as a gyroscope is in motion, it remains motionless relatively to its support, and even resists attempts to distract it; when it stops it falls from that position. If the earth ceased to spin round the sun, it would at once fall into the sun. The moment then that the student takes a simple subject—o…