The Variorum and Definitive Edition of the Poetical and Prose Writings of Edward Fitzgerald: Including a Complete Bibliography and Interesting Personal and Literary Notes, Volume 6

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Doubleday, Page and Company, 1902
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Page 209 - And now your view upon the ocean turn, And there the splendour of the waves discern ; Cast but a stone, or strike them with an oar, And you shall flames within the deep explore ; Or scoop the stream phosphoric as you stand, And the cold flames shall flash along your hand ; When, lost in wonder, you shall walk and gaze On weeds that sparkle, and on waves that blaze.
Page 286 - When virtue spooms* before a prosperous gale, My heaving wishes help to fill the sail...
Page 197 - Yusuf in his Glory gave His Brethren as some Writing he would have Interpreted; and at a Glance, behold Their own Indenture for their Brother sold! And so with these poor Thirty: who, abasht In Memory all laid bare and Conscience lasht, By full Confession and Self-loathing flung The Rags of carnal Self that round them clung; And, their old selves self-knowledged and self-loathed, And in the Soul's Integrity re-clothed, Once more they ventured from the Dust to raise Their Eyes - up to the Throne -...
Page 143 - Road whose very Preparation scared The Traveller who yet must be prepared. Who then this Travel to Result would bring Needs both a Lion's Heart beneath the Wing, And even more, a Spirit purified Of Worldly Passion, Malice, Lust, and Pride : Yea, ev'n of Worldly Wisdom, which grows dim And dark, the nearer it approaches Him, Who to the Spirit's Eye alone reveal'd, By sacrifice of Wisdom's self unseal'd ; Without which none who reach the Place could bear To look upon the Glory dwelling there.
Page 200 - Pilgrim, Pilgrimage, and Road, Was but Myself toward Myself; and Your Arrival but Myself at my own Door; Who in your Fraction of Myself behold Myself within the Mirror Myself hold To see Myself in, and each part of Me That sees himself, though drown'd, shall ever see. Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw, And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw: Rays that have wander'd into Darkness wide Return, and back into your Sun subside.
Page 149 - Poor Wretch, at whom and not on whom I smiled." Then came the subtle Parrot in a coat Greener than Greensward, and about his Throat A Collar ran of sub-sulphureous Gold ; And in his Beak a Sugar-plum he troll'd, That all his Words with luscious Lisping ran, And to this Tune — "Oh cruel Cage, and Man More iron still who did confine me there, Who else with him* whose Livery I wear Ere this to his Eternal Fount had been, And drunk what should have kept me ever-green. But now I know the Place, and...
Page 175 - ... Thou rue Thy lost Dominion, Thou shalt wear the Ring Of thrice as large a Realm." But the dark King Still wept, and Ashes on his Forehead threw And cried "Not for my Kingdom lost I rue; But thinking how at the Last Day, will stand The Prophet with The Volume in his Hand, And ask of me ' How was't that, in thy Day Of Glory, Thou didst turn from Me and slay My People ; but soon as thy Infidel Before my True Believers' Army fell Like Corn before the Reaper — thou didst own") His Sword who scoutedst...
Page 154 - A Fellow all his life lived hoarding Gold, And, dying, hoarded left it. And behold, One Night his Son saw peering through the House A Man, with yet the semblance of a Mouse, Watching a crevice in the Wall — and cried — "My Father?" — "Yes," the Musulman replied, "Thy Father!"— "But why watching thus?"— "For fear Lest any smell my Treasure buried here.
Page 199 - The Sun of my Perfection is a Glass Wherein from Seeing into Being pass All who, reflecting as reflected see Themselves in Me, and Me in Them: not Me, But all of Me that a contracted Eye Is comprehensive of Infinity: Nor yet Themselves: no Selves, but of The All Fractions, from which they split and whither fall. As Water lifted from the Deep, again 1 Falls back in individual Drops of Rain \ Then melts into the Universal Main.
Page 147 - Catch of Fish as yesterday's, The Sultan call'd and set him by his side, And asking him, 'What Luck?' The Boy replied, 'This is the Luck that follows every Cast, Since o'er my Net the Sultan's Shadow pass'd.' Then came The Nightingale, from such a Draught Of Ecstasy that from the Rose he quaff d Reeling as drunk, and ever did distil In exquisite Divisions from his Bill To inflame the Hearts of Men — and thus sang He — To me alone, alone, is giv'n the Key Of Love; of whose whole Mystery possesst,...

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