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II THE DESPAIR OF THE OLD WOMAN THE little shrivelled-up old woman felt her- self happy again in looking on the pretty child, to whom everyone was paying court, whom everyone was trying to please; a pretty crea- ture, as fragile as the little old woman herself, and like her, too, without teeth or hair. And she approached it, wooing it with baby-talk and pleasing faces. But the frightened baby struggled in the arms of the hag, and filled the house with its screams. Then the good old woman withdrew herself again into her eternal solitude, and wep…
1913 · PDF PAGE 217
EDMUND VALE. OLD JAPAN . I CAN hear the children clapping , Hidden in the misty morning , On the shores of Old Japan. I can see the junk sail flapping , Red with light that's ruddier dawning , On the snows of Fuji San . While the filmy haze is lifting , I can see through many a rifting Shaggy fir trees , little islands , Like a painted Nipon fan , Like a fan that 's silver rounded , For the bay is sandy bounded , Stretching to the flowery highlands Of the heart of Old Japan . Here are things that Westerns share not , Here business , time and ha…
1913 · PDF PAGE 179
ROSA IGNOTA In the gold of a faded summer sun Burnished and dull, in clouds of dun And brilliant amber. Soft! Let be The tender dream! Stay here with me! So, to this dream, this dream, I give Again the pulsing life I live: The faded sunset thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, c…
1913 · PDF PAGE 179
ROSA IGNOTA In the gold of a faded summer sun Burnished and dull, in clouds of dun And brilliant amber. Soft! Let be The tender dream! Stay here with me! So, to this dream, this dream, I give Again the pulsing life I live: The faded sunset thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, c…
1905 · PDF PAGE 11
LINES ON BEING INVITED TO MEET THE PREMIER IN WALES, SEPTEMBER ’92 I WILL not shake thy hand, old man, I will not shake thy hand ; You bear a traitor’s brand, old man, You bear a liar’s brand. Thy talents are profound and wide, Apparent power to win ; It is not everyone has lied A nation into sin. And look thou not so black, my friend, Nor seam that hoary brow ; Thy deeds are seamier, my friend, Thy record blacker now. 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’v…
1905 · PDF PAGE 12
LINES ON BEING INVITED 7 You bear a traitor’s brand, old man, You bear a liar’s brand ; I will not shake thy hand, old man, I will not shake thy hand. [And I didn’t.
1903 · PDF PAGE 30
…hat clear evidence of France, The embroidered garter yonder. Wait! I had some confidence in fate Ere I spoke thus. For while I spoke The old smile, surely helpless, broke On your tired lips: the old light woke In your deep eyes: but silence falls Black, blank : the species that appals, Not our old silence. I devise A motto for your miseries : “There an embroidered garter lies, And here words—they lie too?” I see Your intuition of the truth Is still in its—most charming—youth. You need that physiology! 28
1913 · PDF PAGE 573
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES that is little more than the prolongation of old age, and one has the right to ask from the science which we profess other privileges and other secrets. To be a long time young, or even to become young again, that is what would appear desirable and precious to the majority of men. Is it possible? We shall examine the question. The famous Count of Saint-Germain is dead, we do not doubt, but no one ever saw him grow old. He appeared always of the age of forty years, and at the time of his greatest celebrity, he pretended …
1913 · PDF PAGE 573
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES that is little more than the prolongation of old age, and one has the right to ask from the science which we profess other privileges and other secrets. To be a long time young, or even to become young again, that is what would appear desirable and precious to the majority of men. Is it possible? We shall examine the question. The famous Count of Saint-Germain is dead, we do not doubt, but no one ever saw him grow old. He appeared always of the age of forty years, and at the time of his greatest celebrity, he pretended …
1912 · PDF PAGE 17
… head. He is bald, and has fifty years of age. ORLANDO is of gigantic stature, a full negro. He has forty years of age. THE LEGATE is an old and venerable man of ascetic and noble type. MAGDALENA is a tall, robust, and buxom woman of thirty-five years old. Her hair is black, but her complexion pale. LUCREZIA is a tall, robust, and voluptuous woman of twenty-five years old. Her hair is of fine gold, her eyes of pale blue, and her complexion fair and rosy. ZELINA is small and plump. Her hair is brown, and her age nine-and- twenty, though she look…
1907 · PDF PAGE 120
…l of sixteen ; she backs her knowledge against the latter's innocence , and wins in a canter . So much for morality . A woman is only as old as she feels ; and grey hairs do not count so long as they can be counted ; such was the innocence of our early Victorian grandmothers . Nowadays a woman is as young in manner as she is old in years ; and as for hair ask the coiffeurs . As cats grow cantankerous in old age , so do women , and Angela is a good example of one of the many vicious , crafty, and crabbed old vixens who monopolize society . When …
1929 · PDF PAGE 184
…d set the mouse-trap; and sure enough the newt and the narwhal, attracted by the music swam up and were duly caught. As for the net, the Old Lady bartered her three treasures for Iliel's hair-net. "I'm afraid it isn't very strong to catch things with," she said. "I only need an orange, and an oboe, and an octopus; and they are easy enough to catch — in this country." Little by little the Old Lady beguiled Iliel, and one day, while they were setting a trap to catch a viper, and a vineyard, and a violin with their unicorn, and their umbrella, and…
1922 · PDF PAGE 387
… of his choice so far dissembled her love, as frequently to threaten his further existence. At the time, Evan was acting as secretary to old Simeon Deaves, famed as the possessor of the “ tightest wad” in New York. Now certain individuals had designs upon old Simeon and his hoard, and amongst them was the forcible and beautiful object of Evan’s affections. Like The Owl Taxis, it goes with a splendid snap, and is packed with exciting and humorous incidents. ROSEANNE Madame Albanesi The author calls this an “ old-fashioned story.” It does not con…
1913 · PDF PAGE 28
…augh a little, 1 All our days we strive to seek Things the world calls worthy , brittle Bubbles breaking while we speak . Half believing old pretences , Fearing censure from the wise , Down we bow 'fore what our senses Tells us are inanities. The sun's out: damn their teaching The sun 's out : damn all preaching We are wise , but we will prove We are not too wise to love. Teachers , when you've often said it, You believe much foolishness : Preachers, do you really credit All you tell of happiness ? Poor old men , whose brains ' abortions Seems …
1910 · PDF PAGE 201
MR TODD 191 GRANDFATHER. Bitter cold, Charley, for us old people ! Nothing right nowadays ! Oh, my poor leg ! Bitter, bitter cold ! I mind me, more than sixty years ago nowoh dear ! oh dear ! Run and tell Nurse I want my liniment ! Oh dear ! oh dear ! what a wretched world. Sciaticslike rats gnawing, gnawing at you, Charley. CHARLEY. You frighten me, grampa ! Why doesnt Mr. Carr come and play with me ? GRANDFATHER. He has gone out with your mother. Hell come by-and-by, no doubt. Run and fetch Nurse, Charley ! [CHARLEY runs off. Oh dear ! I …
1909 · PDF PAGE 140
…has robbed me of the force of passion. In vain you tell me, laughing, that if she ever lived, she is long since dead ; or at least is an old woman, the blonde gold faded, the child-face wrinkled, the body bowed and lax. I laugh at you—at you—for a blaspheming ass. Your folly is too wild to anger me!” “T did not laugh,” said Roderic gravely. “Well,” said the old man, rising, “I fear I have wearied you... I thank you for your patience .. . IknowIl ama mad old fellow. But, if you should happen—you know. Please communicate. Here is my card. I must …
1909 · PDF PAGE 140
…has robbed me of the force of passion. In vain you tell me, laughing, that if she ever lived, she is long since dead ; or at least is an old woman, the blonde gold faded, the child-face wrinkled, the body bowed and lax. I laugh at you—at you—for a blaspheming ass. Your folly is too wild to anger me!” “T did not laugh,” said Roderic gravely. “Well,” said the old man, rising, “I fear I have wearied you... I thank you for your patience .. . IknowIl ama mad old fellow. But, if you should happen—you know. Please communicate. Here is my card. I must …
1904 · PDF PAGE 66
THE MOUNTAINEER’S FATHER WILLIAM. “YOU are old, Father William,” the young man said, “ And your waistcoat is awfully tight, And yet you persistently plough up Sty Head, Do you think, at your age, it is right?” “In the days of my youth,” Father William replied, “T fostered each Sybarite taste ; But now I strive hard my tum-tum to retard, By wasting to limit my waist!” “ You are old, Father William,” the young man cried, “ Relinquish a passion so dread ! Lay ice axe and rope and dementia aside !— Remember the years o’er your head!” “In the days o…
1928 · PDF PAGE 67
…olemn session to distribute their gifts among all the new-born, children who had come into life in the last twenty-four hours. All these old-fashioned and capricious sis- ters of Fate, all these bizarre mothers of joy and sorrow, were of many different kinds; some had a gloomy and sombre expression, others, a mischievous and clever one; some were young, who had always been young; oth- ers old, who had always been old. Every father who believed in fairies had come, each one carrying his new-born child in his arms. Their gifts, aptitudes, good lu…
1929 · PDF PAGE 62
…Wales, refused to go and wrote him a poem. LINES ON BEING INVITED TO MEET THE PREMIER IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1892 I will not shake thy hand old man, ....I will not shake thy hand; You bear a traitor's brand, old man, ....You bear a liar's brand. Thy talents are profound and wide, ....Apparent power to win; It is not every one has lied ....A nation into sin. And look not thou so black, my friend, ....Nor seam that hoary brow; Thy deeds are seamier, my friend, ....Thy record blacker now. Your age and sex forbid, old man, ....I need not tell you how,…