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Page 177 - A woman's beauty is like a white Frail bird, like a white sea-bird alone At daybreak after stormy night Between two furrows upon the ploughed land: A sudden storm, and it was thrown Between dark furrows upon the ploughed land. How many centuries spent The sedentary soul In toils of measurement Beyond eagle or mole, Beyond hearing or seeing, 121 Or Archimedes' guess, To raise into being That loveliness?
Page 170 - That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff ! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew I this; Here such a passion is As stretcheth me apart, — Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; My soul is all but out of me, — let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Page 304 - Caesar plots against India, Tigris and Euphrates shall, from now on, flow at his bidding, Tibet shall be full of Roman policemen, The Parthians shall get used to our statuary and acquire a Roman religion; 86 One raft on the veiled flood of Acheron, Marius and Jugurtha together.
Page 298 - Annalists will continue to record Roman reputations, Celebrities from the Trans-Caucasus will belaud Roman celebrities And expound the distentions of empire. But for something to read in normal circumstances?
Page 297 - SHADES of Callimachus, Coan ghosts of Philetas, It is in your grove I would walk — I who come first from the clear font, Bringing the Grecian orgies into Italy, and the dance into Italy. Who hath taught you so subtle a measure, in what hall have you heard it; What foot beat out your time-bar, what water has mellowed your whistles?
Page 302 - MIDNIGHT, and a letter comes to me from our mistress : Telling me to come to Tibur: At once ! ! "Bright tips reach up from twin towers, "Anienan spring water falls into flat-spread pools." What is to be done about it? Shall I entrust myself to entangled shadows, Where bold hands may do violence to my person? Yet if I postpone my obedience because of this respectable terror, I shall be prey to lamentations worse than a nocturnal assailant. And I shall be in the wrong, and it will last a twelve month,...
Page 34 - Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells Hunger that craves Immortal Bread and Wine. Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod. '"Trees and other poems.
Page 223 - What is love of one's land? . . . I don't know very well. It is something that sleeps For a year — for a day — For a month — something that keeps Very hidden and quiet and still And then takes The quiet heart like a wave, The quiet brain like a spell, The quiet will Like a tornado ; and that shakes The whole of the soul.
Page 190 - Time shall seem to stay his course; When your mouth and my mouth meet All my round shall be complete Imagining all its circles run; And there shall be oblivion Even to quench Cuchulain's drouth, Even to still that heart. Ghost of Cuchulain. Your mouth! [They are about to kiss, he turns away. 0 Emer, Emer! Woman of the Sidhe. So then it is she Made you impure with memory.
Page 188 - I have not given you eyes and ears for nothing. [The Woman of the Sidhe moves round the crouching Ghost of Cuchulain at front of stage in a dance that grows gradually quicker, as he slowly awakes. At moments she may drop her hair upon his head, but she does not kiss him. She is accompanied by string and flute and drum. Her mask and clothes must suggest gold or bronze or brass or silver, so that she seems more an idol than a human being. This suggestion may be repeated in her movements. Her hair,...