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Page 111 of 1201905 · PDF PAGE 164
…s purifies. I will go through those two impossible Actual years. The city was itself; Hard thinking if hard drinking —sober- sides ! One night I stepped up tremulous on the stage, Sang something, found my senses afterward Only to that intolerable sound Of terrible applause. They shook the sky With calling me to answer. And I lay— A storm of weeping swept across frame— Till the polite, the hateful manager Led me to face a nation’s lunatic Roar of delight. I soon got over that, my And over--yes, the other thing. Three months— They used to quote m…
1911 · PDF PAGE 173
…in and Lanin, who attempt an astrological View, grounded on the state of the heavens at Patmos on the 30th September 395, at 5o’clock at night. Jupiter—the white horse—«was then in Sagittarius; whilst Saturn—the pale horse-was in Scorpio ; the sun in Virgo, and the moon under her feet. John Chrysostom was then in Patmos, and immediately after 395 was called to Rome to become a presbyter; but Rome findingthat the " Second Coming ” did not take place, it is argued that he was deprived and banished as a “false prophet.” Against this we have the fa…
1911 · PDF PAGE 173
…in and Lanin, who attempt an astrological View, grounded on the state of the heavens at Patmos on the 30th September 395, at 5o’clock at night. Jupiter—the white horse—«was then in Sagittarius; whilst Saturn—the pale horse-was in Scorpio ; the sun in Virgo, and the moon under her feet. John Chrysostom was then in Patmos, and immediately after 395 was called to Rome to become a presbyter; but Rome findingthat the " Second Coming ” did not take place, it is argued that he was deprived and banished as a “false prophet.” Against this we have the fa…
1905 · PDF PAGE 204
THE ILOLY PLACE 197 The limitations of this deadly night That folds me for the sign of death and sin—- O Light ! descend! My feet move vaguely on In this amazing darkness, in the gloom That I can touch with trembling sense. There shone Once, in my misty memory, in the womb Of some unformulated thought, the fame And smoke of mighty pillars ; yet my mind Is clouded with the horror of this same Path of the wise men: for my soul is blind Yet: and the foemen I have never feared I could not see (if such should cross the way), And therefore Iam strang…
1907 · PDF PAGE 104
… ! O god embowelled in curves of bronze ! The shuddering of a sudden storm To mix me with thy minions The lost, who wait through endless night, And wait in vain, to see the light. For I am utterly consumed In thee, in thee am broken up. The life upon my lips that bloomed Is crushed into a deadly cup, Whose devilish spirit squats and gloats Upon the thirst that rots our throats. Gape wide, O hideous mouth, and suck This heart’s blood, drain it down, expunge This sweltering life of mire and muck ! Squeeze out my passions as a sponge, Till nought …
1907 · PDF PAGE 194
…ony shows in caverns rendered dire By dreadful magic, or as if pure jet Had taken of itself an inner light, And its own blackness filled night’s coronet With a new jewel: so I see aright Where no light is like earth’s. grows broad And lofty, till the whole hall springs to sight, The path And I am standing where the dreaded Lord And Lady of the region of the lost Hold awful sway: yet here the flaming sword Of sight is broken by the deadly frost That clusters round their thrones: a mist of fire Congealed to vital darkness: yet exhaust Like a seer…
1905 · PDF PAGE 54
…n secrecy, They come, they gather, and they ride, to bear Destruction and disorder and desire ; They cling to him who braves the gale of night, And mock his might. They rush upon him like a wave, and break In fiery foam against him, and they shake Life in its citadel. They open Tell To let the Furies and the Fates spring forth On their wild chargers of the icy North To quench the holy lamp. His spirit and his life within him quail, And all the armaments of sin assail With deadly tramp - And swordless fury. Ilell devours and tears The heart of a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 58
…es grew to hours, And yet the beast, the fool, saw flowers And loved them, watched the moon rise, took delight In perfumes of the summer night, Caught in the glamour of the sun, Thought all the woe well won. How hours were days, and all the misery Abode, all mine: O thou ! didst thou regret? Wast thou asleep as I? Didst thou not love me yet? For, know ! the moon is not the moon until She hath the knowledge to fulfil Her music, till she know herself the moon.. So thou, soI! The stone unhewn, Foursquare, the sphere, of human _ hands immune, Was n…
1907 · PDF PAGE 218
…fate is The Spirit of Pan. O wild is the maiden that dances In the dim waned light of the moon! Black stars are her myriad glances: Blue night is the infinite swoon ! But in other array advances The car of the holier tune; And our one one chance is in mystical trances ;— Thessalian boon ! For swift as the wheels may turn, And fierce as the flames may burn, The spirit of man may discern In the wheel of Will A drag on the wheels of Fate, A water the fires to abate, A soul the soul to make straight, And bid ‘‘ be still!” But ye, ye invoke in your …
1905 · PDF PAGE 47
…trand To pass a life of work, alone, unkind, To fight a way toward heaven, mute, deso- late, and blind. The dusty desert glimmers in the night ; A solitary palm-tree shades the well ; I am alone, a weary eremite Striving the secrets of the stars to tell, And every blade of grass that makes the dell Is counted and divined by me, who stare With eyes half blinded by the fires of Hell That my wild brain imagines everywhere, Roaring and raging round with red infernal glare. The yellow sand toward the deep sky extends: A dusky mirage would confuse my…
1906 · PDF PAGE 45
… tune slowlier to grave rows Of palm trees, losing life in loves Less turbid than the mildest dream That ever stirred the stream Whereon night floats, a shallop faint, Ivory and silver bow and beam, Dim-figured with the images Divinely quaint Of gold engraved, forth shadowing sorceries. So the king dreamed of love: and passing on The shape moved quicker, winnowing with faint fans The soundlessair of thought : the noonday sun Seemed to the mightiest of a thousand khans Like to a man’s Brief life—a thousand such dream spans !— And so he dreamed o…
1907 · PDF PAGE 13
…inmost from the merely mental? Our star, the sun, gives life and light : Let that decay, the zeons drown Sense in stagnation ; death and night Smite the fallen fragments of the crown Of spring: but serves the garter so? What wandering meteor is this Across the archipelago Luminous of our starry bliss? Let that be lost: the smile disputes The forehead’s temple with the frown, When gravitation’s arrow shoots, And stockings happen to slip down. You are my heart: the central fire Whereby my being burns and moves, The mainspring of my life’s desire,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 50
…d-bye, Good-bye! A SPRING SNOWSTORM IN WASTDALE.? ON rocky mountain bare Of grass, and meadows fair, Angels their trumpets blow upon the night. While o’er the shrinking dale The insatiable gale Roars with unconquered and impassive might. Their robes of snow they rend, And their deep voices blend With tempest, like that angry Amphitrite,? Her hair blown wild and loose On windy Syracuse, Lashing the waves with words of wrath, a terror of bright light. Ifere the thick snowflakes fall, Till mountain in their pall, and stream beneath their curtain a…
1905 · PDF PAGE 99
…itethroat stirs The beech-leaves to awake the tiny breeze That soothes the seas, And yet gives breath to shake their fairy sails ; Young nightingales, Far through the golden plumage of the night, With strong delight 1 A gentle sophistication of the story of Actaeon who beheld Artemis at the bath, and being changed into a stag, was torn to pieces by her hounds. 2 From sophistication Crowley proceeds to pure invention.
1905 · PDF PAGE 23
… venomous as hell The sudden hate that filled him. So away, Knowing not whither, did he flee, till day Dropped her blue pinions, and the night drew on, And sable clouds banked out the weary sun. PART III Lonc days and nights succeeded in despair. Each noon beheld his doom—too proud for prayer, And scorning Aphrodite’s help—he strayed Through swamps and weary bogs, nor yet betrayed His anguished countenance to mortal men. There was so keen an hour of sorrow, when IIe had destroyed himself; but Heaven’s hand, Stretched out in vengeance, held him …
1907 · PDF PAGE 30
…portion. My mouth is as fire ; My thought an abortion. This is the summit ? Attained is the height. Down like a plummet To blackness and night Hope goes. Not here, Not here is Desire, The ease from fear, The ice from fire. Not here—O God ! I would I were dead Under the sod! My brain is as lead. My thoughts are as smoke. My heart is a fire ; I know not what fuel Is feeding its fury ! In vain I invoke The Lord of Desire ! He is evil and cruel. The spells of Jewry Are poured in his ear In vain: he may hear not. O would I were dumb! For the pestile…
1939 · PDF PAGE 35
…e full meaning of this. The fact is that words are entirely unsuitable. The complete and joyous awakening from the lifelong and unbroken nightmare of physical discomfort is impossible to describe. 21. The results and mastery of Asana are of use not only in the course of attainment of Yoga, but in the most ordinary affairs of life. At any time when fatigued, you have only to assume your Asana, and you are completely rested. It is as if the attainment of the mastery has worn down all those possibilities of physical pain which are inherent in that…
1929 · PDF PAGE 271
…ssion in a rondel "Tarshitering". NEPALI LOVE SONG O kissable Tarshitering! The wild bird calls its mate --- and I? Come to my tent this night of May, and cuddle close and crown me king! Drink, drink or fill of love at last -- a little while and we shall die, O kissable Tarshitering! Droop the long lashes; close the eyes with eyelids like beetle's wing! Light the slow smile, ephemeral as ever a painted butterfly, Certain to close into a kiss, certain to fasten on me and sting! Nay? Are you coy? hen I will catch your hips and hold you wild and s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 118
… torch of song to ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stone—if but thou wilt. ’ Browning, in '‘ ‘The Householder.” And yet the days stream by; night shakes the day From his pale throne of purple, to allay The tremors of the earth ; day smiteth dark With the swilt poignard dipped in Helios’ ray. The days stream by; with lips and cheeks grown pale On their indomitable breast we sail. There is a favouring wind ; our idle bark Lingers, we raise no silk to meet the gale. The bank slips by, we gather not its fruit, We plant no seed, we irrigate no root Tru…
1907 · PDF PAGE 78
…y do you knock so? [Great noise below.) No honester crafts- man ever built a door—you waste time! Why so reluctant to move from the cold night to the ‘‘ blush of an alabaster brow,” and the rest of your accursed troubadour’s jargon, to a bliss you little expect. “‘ Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet ducere nuda choros.” But your choros, Blanche, is but your old uncle, who per- haps loves you better than you think just now. [ad sound of suppressed sobbing from the Chapel.) Ah! you may weep if you will—but what choice have you left me?…