Lionel Pigot Johnson
Lionel Pigot Johnson (15 March 1867 - 4 October 1902) was an English poet, essayist and critic. He was born at Broadstairs, and educated at Winchester College and New College, Oxford, graduating in 1890. He became a Catholic convert in 1891. He lived a rather solitary life in London, struggling with alcoholism and his repressed homosexuality.He died of a stroke after a fall in the street, though ... more »
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Lionel Pigot Johnson Poems
The Dark Angel
DARK Angel, with thine aching lust To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence!
The Destroyer Of A Soul
I HATE you with a necessary hate. First, I sought patience: passionate was she: My patience turned in very scorn of me,
Ah! fair face gone from sight, With all its light Of eyes that pierced the deep! Oh human night!
Ways Of War
A TERRIBLE and splendid trust, Heartens the host of Innisfail; Their dream is of the swift sword-thrust; The lightning glory of the Gael.
A VOICE on the winds, A voice by the waters, Wanders and cries: Oh! what are the winds?
Why, no Sir! If a barren rascal cries, That he is most in love with pleasing woe,
Mystic and Cavalier
GO from me: I am one of those who fall. What! hath no cold wind swept your heart at all, In my sad company? Before the end,
SUMMER lightning, and rich rain: Roses perfume the hot air. All the breathless night is faint,
To Olivier Georges Destrée IN Merioneth, over the sad moor Drives the rain, the cold wind blows:
To a Traveller
THE mountains, and the lonely death at last Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend! The wandering over, and the labour passed,
The Precept of Silence
I know you: solitary griefs, Desolate passions, aching hours! I know you: tremulous beliefs, Agonised hopes, and ashen flowers!
The Age of a Dream
Imageries of dream reveal a gracious age: Black armour, falling lace, and altar lights at morn.
OVER, the four long years! And now there rings One voice of freedom and regret: Farewell!
By the Statue of King Charles at Charing...
Sombre and rich, the skies; Great glooms, and starry plains. Gently the night wind sighs; Else a vast silence reigns.
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The Dark Angel
DARK Angel, with thine aching lust
To rid the world of penitence:
Malicious Angel, who still dost
My soul such subtile violence!
Because of thee, no thought, no thing,
Abides for me undesecrate:
Dark Angel, ever on the wing,
Who never reachest me too late!
When music sounds, then changest thou
Its silvery to a sultry fire:
Nor will thine envious heart allow
Delight untortured by desire.
Through thee, the gracious Muses turn,
To Furies, O mine Enemy!
And all the things of beauty burn
With flames of evil ecstasy.
Because of thee, ...