Then Bernard smiled at me, that I… But I had gazed already; caught t… Faced the unfathomable ray of rays Which to itself and by itself is t… Then was my vision mightier than m…

A cloud was on the mind of men, an… Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul wh… Science announced nonentity and ar… The world was old and ended: but y… Round us in antic order their crip…

Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven c… Of gods we graved but yesterday. Senate, republic, empire, all

I have not read a rotten page Of “Sex-Hate” or “The Social Te… And here comes “Husks” and “Herit… O Moses, give us all a rest! “Ethics of Empire”!... I protest

A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew the end was near: And something said that far away,…

If I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards… And I would drink the wine. But Higgins is a Heathen,

What will there be to remember Of us in the days to be? Whose faith was a trodden ember And even our doubt not free; Parliaments built of paper,

Heaven shall forgive you Bridge a… The clothes you wear—or do not wea… And Ladies’ Leap-frog on the lawn And dyes and drugs, and petits ver… Your vicious things shall melt in…

When the business man rebukes the idealism of his office-boy, it is commonly in some such speech as this: “Ah, yes, when one is young, one has these ideals in the abstract and these cas...

The Druids waved their golden kni… And danced around the Oak WHen they had sacrificed a man; But though the learned search and… No single modern person can

The last chapter has been concerned with the contention that orthodoxy is not only (as is often urged) the only safe guardian of morality or order, but is also the only logical guardian...

I cannot count the pebbles in the… Well hath He spoken: “Swear not b… Thou knowest not the hairs,” thoug… Writes that wild number in His ow… I cannot count the sands or search…

Now that I kneel at the throne, O… Pity and pardon me. Much have I striven to sing the s… Brother of beast and tree; Yet when the stars catch me alone

Happy, who like Ulysses or that l… Who raped the fleece, returning fu… With usage and the world’s wide re… With his own kin can wait the end… When shall I see, when shall I se…