Mammon and His Message: Being the Second Part of God and Mammon

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G. Richards, 1908 - 173 pages

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Page 148 - Listen, my Love, my work is done: I tremble as I touch the page To sign the sentence of the sun, And crown the great eternal age. "The slow adagio begins: The winding-sheets are ravelled out That swathe the minds of men, the sins That wrap their rotting souls about. "The dead are heralded along With silver trumps and golden drums, And flutes and oboes, keen and strong; My brave andante singing comes. "Then like a python's sumptuous dress The frame of things is cast away, And out of Time's obscure...
Page ii - DAVIDSON (JOHN). PLAYS : An Unhistorical Pastoral ; A Romantic Farce ; Bruce, a Chronicle Play ; Smith, a Tragic Farce ; Scaramouch in Naxos, a Pantomime, with a Frontispiece and Cover Design by AUBREY BEARDSLEY.
Page 150 - The senses are the ducts of the feelings; imagination is the gulf and the retort that swallows and transmutes sight and sound, touch and taste, and all emotion, passion, thought, into beauty and delight, into power and achievement.
Page 173 - Universe, with the fall of man, an atonement, and a heaven and hell, the form and substance of the imagination of Christendom, Rationalism had no substitute. Science was not ready, but how can poetry wait ? Science is synonymous with patience ; poetry is impatience incarnate. If you take away the symbol of the Universe in which, since the Christian era began, poetry and all great art lived and had their being, I, for one, decline to continue the eviscerated Life-in-Death of Rationalism. I devour,...
Page 173 - Universe, with a fall of man, an atonement, and a Heaven and Hell, the form and substance of the Imagination of Christendom, Rationalism had no substitute. Science was not ready ; but how can poetry wait? Science is synonymous with patience ; poetry is impatience incarnate. ' If you take away the symbol of the Universe...
Page 149 - Were Socialism a realized ideal to-morrow there would be no actual change: only the dead corpse of Christendom floating up again upon the tide. Socialism, like Christianity, proceeds upon the assumption that men are not what they are. There is little difference between Feudalism and Socialism. Socialism would lay hands upon the earth and its products, upon man and his labour, not heroically, in arms, by superior craft and intellect, as Feudalism did, but unheroically by means of representative government...
Page 33 - O then you feel How people lift their hands against themselves, And taste the bitterest of the punishment Of those whom pleasure isolates. Sometimes When darkness, silence, and the sleeping world Give vision scope, you lie awake and see The pale sad faces of the little ones Who should have been your children, as they press Their cheeks against your windows, looking in With piteous wonder, homeless, famished babes, Denied your wombs and bosoms.
Page xiv - To wonder why the world should stink so ! Men Belov'd, women adored, my people, come, Devise with me a world worth living in — Not for our children and our children's children, But for our own renown, our own delight ! All lofty minds, all pride, all arrogance, All passion, all excess, all craft, all power, All measureless imagination come ! I am your King ; come, make the world with me...
Page 57 - Here now we have it; and I cannot wait On God, the nothing, and his damned event That mocked the world for sixty centuries; Nor will I linger eating out my heart While this new proxy of divinity Your specious evolution, blunders on From tedious age to age. I'll carve the world In my own image, I, the first of men To comprehend the greatness of mankind; 11l melt the earth and cast it in my mould, The form and beauty of the universe.
Page 56 - We are the universe; we are all that is: Outside of us nothing that is not us Can be at all. No room! The universe Is full of us, the matter of the stars; The all-pervading ether seen as light, Elaborate purity of rainbows; heard As music, woven of elemental sounds; And smelt in perfume, the poetry of flowers Exhaled from sex, which in all plants and beasts Secretes and sows the ethereal universe.

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