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eating was the direct cause of death; and that, consequently, absolute fasting would confer immortality. This was of course easy to prove — in America. He had continued with experiments in weighing souls, photographing thoughts, and would probably have gone fishing for the Absolute if he had only thought of it! He was a prop to the editors of the New York Sunday Newspapers, and was at present engaged on writing a scenario for moving pictures in which he was to incorporate the facts of psychical research. Nobody in the world was better aware tha…
1907 · PDF PAGE 152
… and muse before the midnight calls. The darkness is most deep in hollow dells. There, blacker than Cocytus, lurk the shades Darker than death’s, more terrible than hell’s, Uttering unwritten words: the silent wells Keep their sweet secret till the morning maids Bring their carved pitchers to the moss- grown side. . For now beyond, below the east, appears A hint as if a band, silvern and wide, The girdle of some goddess amber-eyed, Rose from the solemn company of the spheres. The sky is tinged, as if the amorous flesh Of that same queen shone t…
1907 · PDF PAGE 197
… white horses with their flashing manes | The might-resisting reins Lay in the ghastly hands, the arms of fear Of that dread charioteer, Death; and great Hades armed stood glitter- ing, Stooped to his spring, And whirled the child to the beneath abode. O heavy load! O bitter harvest of rich-rolling tears ! What cry who hears? A shrill shrill cry to father Zeus cried she, Forlorn Persephone ! Heard was that agony of grief by none Save only by the Sun, And Her who sat within her awful cave, Contemplative and grave, Hecate, veiléd with a shining v…
1910 · PDF PAGE 374
… Beast as author of Evil, because Free of Will. The Beast, starting up, is slain by him with a poisoned arrow ; but at the moment of Its death It is reborn from the knight’s own belly. xiv, At Rome he meeteth a red robber in a Hat, who speaketh nobly of It as of a king-dove-lamb. He chaseth and slayeth it ; it proves but a child’s toy. xv. In a Tuscan grove he findeth, from the antics of a Satyr, that the Gods still dwell with men, Mistaking orgasm for ecstasy, he is found ridiculous. xvi. Baiting for It with gilded corn in a moonlit vale of Sp…
1910 · PDF PAGE 374
… Beast as author of Evil, because Free of Will. The Beast, starting up, is slain by him with a poisoned arrow ; but at the moment of Its death It is reborn from the knight’s own belly. xiv, At Rome he meeteth a red robber in a Hat, who speaketh nobly of It as of a king-dove-lamb. He chaseth and slayeth it ; it proves but a child’s toy. xv. In a Tuscan grove he findeth, from the antics of a Satyr, that the Gods still dwell with men, Mistaking orgasm for ecstasy, he is found ridiculous. xvi. Baiting for It with gilded corn in a moonlit vale of Sp…
1929 · PDF PAGE 51
…r, rather, of the Order to which he belonged, was a tall man bowed with ill-health. A shock of heavy black hair crowned a face pallid as death itself; but his eyes blazed formidably beneath their bushy brows. He had just returned from Burma, where he had lived for many years as a Buddhist monk. The indomitable moral valour of the man shone from him; one could see in every gesture the marks of his fierce fight against a dozen deadly sicknesses. With hardly a week of even tolerable health in any year, he had done work that might have frightened t…
1906 · PDF PAGE 69
MARGARET 63 I feel the swollen veins below The knotted throat; the ebb and flow Of blood, not milk, in breasts of fire ; Of deaths, not fluctuants, of desire ; Of molten lava that abides Deep in the vast volcanic sides; Deep scars where kisses once bit in Below young mountains that be twin, Stigmata cruciform of sin, The diary of Messaline. The moving mountains crater-crowned ; The valleys deep and silver-bound ; The girdle treacherously wound ; One violet-crested mounded mole, Some blood-stain filtered from the soul ; The light and shadow shed…
1905 · PDF PAGE 60
…was seen A city cold and grey ! BY THE CAM 53 The flowers of fire that grow beneath And blossom on the Tree Are fed from his despair and death Who sings of land and sea, And all those mountains where thy breath, Jehovah, still must be. The censer swings to slower time 5 The darkness falleth deep : My cyes, so solemn and sublime, Relent, and close, and weep; And on the silence, like a chime, L heard the wings of Sleep. BY ‘TITE CAM, TwibiGur is over, and the noon of night Draws to its zenith. Were beyond the stream Dance the wild witches that di…
1929 · PDF PAGE 25
…ality, people who boast of their ability to enjoy their third consecutive sleepless night have been known to pray their Maker for sudden death at least two hours before the occurrence of the first "phenomenon." To be asked to keep the attention unceasingly on things of not the slightest intrinsic interest or importance is absolutely maddening to anyone above the mental level of a limpet. "Observe how advantageously we are placed," whispered Cyril to Lisa as they took seats on the divan, toward which the table had been drawn. "For all we know, o…
1905 · PDF PAGE 53
…th ; He trims his lamp, and brings The books of many kings To spread their holy wings About his head, and sing to him the secret ways of death. Iie knows, and doth not fear; His will is keen and clear ; Ilis lips are silent to protect the secret mysteries. No tempter spreads his net So that his thoughts forget The glory they have set Before their face, nor loose their hold upon the perfect prize. My hands no longer write: Communion with the night Is built, a bridge of fiery truth across the subtle mind. God’s angels, and His fire, Consume the s…
1907 · PDF PAGE 117
…st rightly named ‘ August”! Thy splendid sons and daughters stand Obedient to the master ‘‘ must.” The decadent dust thy spells assoil ; Death lives in this, thy Tower of Toil. Grow up the grades! record the tasks These arduous phantoms have achieved! The growth of mind to mortals asks A power not swift to be believed. What bosoms heaved ere Nature’s age From monkey-man deduced the sage ! So be thy spiral tower the type Of higher convolutions drawn From hunger’s woe and murder’s gripe And lust’s revulsion to the dawn Of days that spawn on holie…
1929 · PDF PAGE 160
…fe, children, and corn, and gold. And behind all these things was a great multitude; and about them were the symbolic forms of exile and death and every persecution, and the hideous laughter of triumphant enemies. All this seemed to weigh heavily upon the little man that had created it; Iliel thought that he was seeking incarnation for the sake of its forgetfulness. Yet the light in his eyes was so pure and noble and magnetic that it might have been that he saw in a new birth the chance to repair his error. And now her attention was drawn to a …
1906 · PDF PAGE 273
… we not rather renew our in- quiries into the nature of things, than, in unfertile compliment, waste the few hours we snatch awhile from death? Myst. Willingly. But lately you were the ‘‘sahib”’ asking questions concerning Indian Philosophy as a great prince who should con- descend to study the habits of horses or dogs —yesterday we changed all that. Patanjali. Aphorisms. Bhikkhu Ananda Metteya. Essays (prin- cipally in the quarterly ‘‘ Buddhism ”’). The Tao Teh King and the Writings of Kwang Tze. The Sufis, to whom chiefly Crowley is indebted …
1907 · PDF PAGE 71
…r us for ever Who rest content in the abode of love! Lie still, O love, and let the fragrant sleep Perfume our eyelids with dew-dropping death, And silence be the witness of the will. Fall, fall, fall back in the uprolling deep Wrapt in rose mist of unsuccessive breath Of love, of love. Lie still, O love, lie still. XXII. UNDER the stars the die was cast to win. The moonrays stained with pale embroidered bars The iridescent shimmer of your skin, Under the stars. Great angels drove their pearl-inwoven cars Through the night’s racecourse : silenc…
1905 · PDF PAGE 76
…w to one home of ours. Better bear the heavy hours Under God’s avenging breath, Better brave the horrid powers, Better taste the foreign death, Humbling all our pride before God’s most holy throne, abasing Every man’s strong soul, and facing All the heathen Ammon bore On the angry shore, JEPHTHATI _ 69 Trusting to the mercy rare Of Jehovah, than to bare Hearts and bosoms to a friend Who high truth and faith may swear, And betray us at the end To his robber bands. So we clasp our humble hands, Praying God to Tift His sword rom our bleeding state…
1905 · PDF PAGE 209
…And when my voice rolls, master of the weather, A thousand mighty angels cry together ! BRIGHTON, January 1899. CERBERUS. I stoop within Death’s gate, And blew the horn of Hell: Mad laughters echoing against Fate, Harsh groans less terrible, Ifowled from beneath the vault ; in night the avenging thunders swell. The guardian stood aloof, A monster multiform. His armour was of triple proof, His voice out-shrilled the storm. Behind him all the Furies whirl and all the Harpies swarm.
1906 · PDF PAGE 20
…yrtle and thy flower, my harlot-maiden, who for man Now first forsakest thy leman, thy Eve, my Lilith, in this bower Which we indwell, a deathless three, change- less and changing, as the pyre Of earthly love becomes a fire to heat us through eternity. I have forgotten Christ at last ; he may look back, grown amorous, And call across the gulf to us, and signal kisses through the vast : We shall disdain, clasp faster yet, and mock his newer pangs, and call With stars and voices musical, jeers his touched heart shall not forget. I would have piti…
1929 · PDF PAGE 32
… Turk looked at him with sudden black rage, of which she could not guess the cause. Cyril had expressly told her that a scratch might be death. Yet he had courted it; and now he stood exchanging commonplaces, with his blood dripping upon the floor. Impulsively she seized his hand and bound it with her handkerchief.
1907 · PDF PAGE 222
…banish : Damued is the will dead. Now with brass and iron we writhe and wrestle. Now with clay the torrent of fire is tainted. Life apes death: the lily is curled and painted ; Gold is regilded. Master, we lament thee, as awful anguish Seizes on the infinite maze of mortals. See we love that yearns to the golden portals Bound of the grey god. Love, thy children, laughter and sunlight, languish. Aphrodite, miracle of the flashed foam, Burns with beaten agony in the lashed foam; Down is the day-god. Ay! this first of Lesbian lamentations Still sh…
1906 · PDF PAGE 68
…f sense, The Imminence of the _Immense. And in the deep hard breath I draw Kissed from her strangling mouth and maw, I feel the floating deaths that dwell About that citadel of hell; A soft lewd flavour, an obscene Mysterious self of Messaline. Or, in the kisses that swoop low To catch my breath and kill me so, I feel the ghostliness of this ‘Unreal shuttle-game—the kiss ! Her moving body sobs above, And calls its lechery true love. Out from the flame of heart she plucks One flower of fiery light, and sucks Its essence up within her lips, And f…