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…d all the same. She hated Truth, because the Truth sets men free, and therefore makes them happy; but she had too much sense to shut her eyes to it; and though she doubted the causes of magick, and scoffed at all spiritual theory, she could not deny the effects.
…er hounds, and she thought that she could hear their eager baying. Between heaven and earth stood the goddess, and looked about her, her eyes a-sparkle with keen joy. She unslung her baldric, and put her silver bugle to her lips. Through all the vastness of heaven that call rang loud; and, in obedience, the stars rushed from their thrones, and made obeisance to their mistress. It was a gallant hunting-party. For she perceived that these were no longer stars, but souls. Had not Simon Iff once said to her: "Every man and every woman is a star"? A…
… Whom I have seen in sleep, and waking served ? O horrible distortion of all truth That I must serve thee still! Yet—dare I speak, Those eyes upon me, torturing my soul And threatening revenge? Those fingers gross, Purple, and horrible, to blister me With infamous tearing at my throat. O Hell! - Vomit thy monsters forth in myriads To putrefy this fair green earth with blood, But make not me the devilish minister Of such a deed as this! No respite ?— Must ? Irrevocable? I dare not call on God. Thou, thou wilt serve me if I do this thing? Oh, if …
…se in the automobile, just as they crossed the Place de l'Opera, and broke her parasol over his head; then turned her nails loose on his eyes. He fisted her in the abdomen, and she collapsed into the seat of the car with a scream. It was this that diverted the attention of Cyril Grey from his contemplation of the designs of Germany. The boy made a leap, and had Abdul by the throat in a moment, dragging him out of the car, and proceeding to administer summary castigation with his boot. But the police interfered; three men rode up with drawn sabr…
…ause we broke the inexorable tether That bound our passion with an iron hand. DE PROFUNDIS.! BLoob, mist, and foam, then darkness. On my eyes Sits heaviness, the poor worn body lies Devoid of nerve and muscle ; it were death Save for the heart that throbs, the breast that sighs. The brain reels drowsily, the mind is dulled, Deadened and drowned by noises that are lulled By the harsh poison of the hateful breath. All sense and sound and seeming is annulled. 1 Composed while walking home through the starry streets from an evil evening in St. Pete…
…teth thee Out from His glory!” Stricken, smitten, slain— When—one unknown, a pilgrim with the rest, Darting long rugged fingers and deep eyes, Reached to the sceptre with his word and will— Buds, roses, blossoms! Lilies of the Light ! Bloom, bloom, the fragrance shed upon the air ! Out flames the miracle of life and love! Out, out the lights! Flame, flame, the rushing storm ! Darkness and death, and glory in my soul ! Swept, swept away are pope and cardinal, Palace and city! ‘here I lay beneath The golden roof of the eternal stars, Borne up on …
…l asleep; instead, however, I concentrated for some while. On being asked by R. to go and do some little thing for her, I put hands over eyes before rising, and saw a light so peculiar that it is worth mentioning. It had the appearance of being three distinct things at once. Dead black, a beautiful night-sky-blue, but at the same time the very essence of it was brilliant light. Quite indescribable in words. (Seems very good. O.M.) It may be remarked that Fra. V.I.O. had occupied himself with the contempla- tion of the Stélé of Revealing, comple…
…ed. But now, Freedom regained, more manly grows the brow ; He is again the free, the bold, the lover! Far o’er the green his new-starred eyes dis- cover A kirtle glancing in the breeze, a foot That lightly dances, though the skies be mute Of music. Forth she flies, the distant dove, And calls the woodland birds to sing of love ; Forth leaps the stag and calls his mates; the stream Flashes a silver sunbeam, a gold gleam Of leaping laughter, that the fish may know The goodly tidings; all the woodlands glow With olive and pure silver and red gold,…
…tive, some menacing; but even the most hideous and cruel symbols had a fierce fascination for her. There was a stag-beetle, with flaming eyes, a creature as big as an elephant, with claws in constant motion, that threatened her continually. [256] Horribly as this frightened her, she gloated on it, pictured its sudden plunge with those ghastly mandibles upon her flanks. Her own fatness was a source of curious perverse pleasure to her; one of her favourite reveries was to imagine herself the centre of a group of cannibals, watch them chop off gre…
…rl around me as a vine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him. So my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognising me, and love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. And I? I knew not anything, but know We are…
THE BLOOD-LOTUS 13 To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, another poet’s heart to gnaw With dubious remorse. Oh! flame of tortur- ing flower-love ! sacrament Of Satan, triple element of mystery and love and shame, Green, gold, and crimson, in my heart you strive with Jesus for its realm, While Sorrow’s tears would overwhelm the warriors of either part. Jes…
…den night Of mingling fire and stars and roses swart In the long flame of hair that leaps athwart, Live in each tingling gossamer! Dread eyes! Each flings its arrow of sharp sacrifice, Eating me up with poison! I am hurled Far through the vaporous confines of the world With agony of sundering sense, beholding Thy mighty flower, blood-coloured death, unfolding ! Lithe limbs and supple shoulders and lips curled, Curled out to draw me to their monstrous world ! 1 To invest with divine attributes. Warm breasts that glow with light ephemeral And mov…
…ys aghast Ribbed bars of bone: was Venus cast For this? What Mars attains? Where is the poesy that shed Its dewfall downward through her eyes? | Gaunt sockets stare from bony head. Moves she? Ah me! the living dead! The poet loves? He lies. Others perceive thee, peerless maid Broidered with beauty, starred and gemmed. With purity and light, arrayed In wit—like moonlight down a glade With flowers diademed. But I remember ; see the form Serene sink slowly to the dust. ’Tis but a date: the eventful storm Comes: then or now? What odds? They swarm, …
…sea. The pebbles flash, the waters shrink ! (So fearful are those wings !) The lightning stoops to let them drink. They see each other’s eyes, and think Unutterable things. 1 Night-mare has of course nothing to do with the horse, etymologically. Mare is from A.S. mara, an incubus.—A. C.
…rince Rose Croix is attached equally to the higher and the lower, and forms a natural link between them. Yet let him look to it that his eyes are set on high! “In this degree the Most Wise Sovereign of each chapter will appoint a committee of four persons, two men and two women, to arrange for all social gatherings, banquets, dances, the performance of plays, and similar pleasures. They will also endeavour to promote harmony among the Brethren in all possible ways, and to compose any disputes by tact and friendliness without formal appeal being…
…ddh forth hath the True Disciple shone. Desunt cetera ST. PATRICK’S DAY, 1902. Written at Dethi. O coop St. Patrick, turn again Thy mild eyes to the Western main ! Shalt thou be silent? thou forget? Are there no snakes in Ireland yet? Death to the Saxon! Slay nor spare! O God ofJustice, hear us swear! 1 ‘The reader will kindly note such important changes of metre as occur in the two last verses of ‘‘ The Twins” and elsewhere. The careless might suppose that these do not scan; they do, following directly or by analogy a similar change in the Pal…
…ith that you look at me so black? [ Zurns on his heel and exit, A short stlence of embarrassment. BLANCHE, [Zurns on DENYS with flashine eyes.) And what, sir, may be the meaning of all this? DENYS. God knows ; I ama prisoner in this house, which seems full of mad people. But I understand one thing, [doudbtfully] 1 think: that you are to be married to me, and that your wishes are to be consulted as little as mine. BLANCHE. Monsieur, I blame myself cruelly for the position I have placed you in, DENYS, Mademoiselle, I have at least the delicacy to…
…and desire with- drawn Burns in the East the far ephemeral gold. O Wisdom! Mother of my sorrow! Rise! And lift my love to thine immortal eyes ! THE TWO LOVES. Wuar is my soul? The shadow of my will. What is my will? The sleeper’s sigh at waking. Osiris! Orient godhead ! Jet me still Rest in the dawn of knowledge, ever slaking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmer- ing hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips: I hear Thy keen voice thrill ; Arise and shine! the clouds of earth are breaking! The clouds are parted: y…
…‘‘I AM NOT A GENTLEMAN AND I HAVE NO FRIENDS.” I. SELF-DAMNED, the leprous moisture of thy veins Sickens the sunshine, and thine haggard eyes, Bleared with their own corrupting infamies, Glare through the charnel-house of earthly pains, Horrible as already in hell. There reigns The terror of the knowledge of the hes That mock thee; thy death’s double destinies Clutch at the throat that ‘sobs, and chokes, and strains. Self-damned on earth, live out thy tortured days, That men may look upon thy face, and see How vile a thing of woman born may be.…
… allowed to hide it as he chose. I gave up all hopebut in bringing ofi'the 9to ! chance 01 my medium’s being right, The sceptic kept both eyes on me all the time ; iii stirred a finger, he was up in arms, I did keep my back to the mantelpiece, but there was no way of writing down the number. But it was just at that point that my sceptic’s magnificent brain broke down. He had correctly argued everything so far; but then his brain said, “ It is im- portant that Crowley shall not know where I hide the paper with the number on it : I must hide it some…