Fiery ParticlesChatto & Windus, 1923 - 233 pages Another temple gone -- Honours easy -- My friend the swan -- A propos de bottes -- The first blood sweep -- In Hanging garden gully -- All for peace and quiet -- Two or three witnesses -- A trade report only. |
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Page 75 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 85 - Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, And Will to boot, and Will in overplus; More than enough am I that vex thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious. Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious, And in my will no fair acceptance shine? The sea, all water, yet receives rain still...
Page 74 - But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fixed and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament.
Page 85 - Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth ; A man in hue, all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes, and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created ; Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
Page 82 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse. Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor...
Page 77 - God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Page 84 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind when body's work 'a expired For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend* a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
Page 84 - Authorizing thy trespass with compare, Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense — Thy adverse party is thy advocate— And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence. Such civil...
Page 11 - ... heights where his spirit abode, to note with a wan smile of indulgence a little infirmity of mankind's — "a few of the boys do be lying around in the bog, the way they have me worn with the fear they'd lap the stuff hot out of the tub an' be killed if I'd turn me back for one instiant." "They'll quit, from this out," the Sergeant said, with immense decision. "I'll not have anny mischievous trash of the sort molestin
Page 7 - ... about till we die. The soul of the stuff's what you've got in your hand." " It is that," said the Sergeant, and chewed the last drop like a lozenge. He now perceived that the use of large, bold, noble figures of speech, like this of Farrell's, was really the only way to express the wonderful thoughts filling a man's mind when he is at his best. That was the characteristic virtue of Farrell's handiwork. Its merely material parts were, it is true, pleasant enough. They seemed, while you sipped,...