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Page 122 of 2031926 · PDF PAGE 11
He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God. All these old letters of my Book are aright ; but ï is not the Star. This also is secret; my prophet shall reveal it to the wise. 58. I give unimaginable joys on earth: cer- tainty, not faith, While in life, upon death; peace unalterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice. 59. My incense is of resinous woods and gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity. 60. My number is II, as all their num…
1944 · PDF PAGE 136
…rrible Angels whose breastplates are the scales of her skin. And the hair of her head, that flows down to her feet, is the very light of God himself. Of all the glories beheld by the Seer in the Aethyrs, there is not one which is worthy to be compared with her littlest finger‐nail. For although he may not partake of the Aethyr, without the ceremonial preparations, even the beholding of this Aethyr from afar is like the par taking of all the for‐ mer Aethyrs. “The Seer is lost in wonder, which is Peace. “And the ring of the horizon above her is …
1961 · PDF PAGE 174
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 162 ## De Natura Silentii nostri (Of the Nature of our Silence) HE Nature of this Silence is shewn also by the God Harprocrates, the Babe in the Lotus, who is also the Serpent and the Egg, that is, the Holy Ghost. This is the most secret of all Energies, the Seed of all being, and therefore must He be sealed up in an Ark from the Malice of the Devourers. If then by thine Art thou canst conceal thyself in thine own Nature, this is Silence, this, and not Nullity of Consciousness else were a Stone more perfect in Adeptship that…
1899 · PDF PAGE 185
…n fleeter revels run, And Life revives, and all the flowers rejoice, Bird and light butterfly have made their choice, Creation hymns its God with an united voice. There is a storm without. The hoary trees Stagger, the foam is angry on the sea : I know the secret mountains are at ease, And in the deepest ice-embroidery Where great men’s spirits linger there is peace. Heed not the unquiet wind ;
1903 · PDF PAGE 17
…door clangs to with the same nerve-shattering shock. CRIOSDA staggers to altar; and, with his hand on it, turns towards door.| Mouths of God’s mercy ! I would her eyes were bleed- ing wounds in my heart! Ahthough! If she were a dog I could not do it. She is my sister [Turns with a cry to throne and flings up his hands.| and I will ! Death ! Death ! It is a year to-night. I arrayed her first In yon gold ornaments—My brain 1s sick ! I want coffee—or hashish—No ! That is for her ! I must be very clear and calm, very clear, very calm, How I must be…
1905 · PDF PAGE 42
…foam over with kisses obscene— Mingle and weep for what years have been. Never a son nor a daughter grow From your waste limbs, lest the goddess weep ; Fill up the ranks from the babes that sleep Far in the arms of a god of snow. Conquer the world, that her throne may keep More of its pride, and its secret woe Flow through all earth as the rivers flow. Which of the gods is like thee, our queen ? Venus Callipyge, nameless, nude, Thou with the knowledge of all indued, Secrets of life and the dreams that mean Loves that are not, as are mortals’, h…
1906 · PDF PAGE 145
THE GOD-EATER 139 CRIOSDA. I see a lofty pyramid sun-white : Blaze in immaculate glory to the stars ; Its splendour of itself, since all is dark About, above. Thereon a countless folk, Multitudes many-coloured, grave and tall, Beautiful, make a beautiful murmur, move, In infinite musical labyrinths about. Them doth the soul of love inhabit, them The light of wisdom doth inform, them peace Hath marked and sealed her own. their lips Is one imagined silence like a sigh. Unanimous the hushéd harmony Flows forth from heart to mouth; and mouths bloom…
1909 · PDF PAGE 17
Vi ‘Thus shall men write upon our cenotaphs : “ Traitor and lecher! murderess and whore! ” The rat-faced god that lurks in heaven laughs ; There is rejoicing on the immortal shore. The angels deem us hurled from the above, Burnt out of bliss, blasted from sense and thought, Barred from the beauties of celestial love And branded with the annihilating Naught. O! pallid triumph: empty victory! When we sit smiling on the infernal thrones Starred with our utmost gems of infamy, Builded with tears, and cushioned with the groans Of these the victims o…
1909 · PDF PAGE 31
…daily sacrament, The glad devouring of your body and blood, Sweet soul of Christ, my Lola? I am rent Even as the demons from the face of God When they would peer into beatitude. I am barred from the incalculable bliss, The unutterable chrism, the soul’s food, Of you, your gaze, your word, your touch, your kiss O Gods, Fates, Fiends — whoever plays the Pope ! Lift up your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedness in Tartary. No strength of sun, no fertilizing rains! Only a bitter wind,…
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…hese are dead, these fellows ; they feel not. We are not for the poor and for the sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk. 19. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us. 20. Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us. 21. We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched and the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is…
1910 · PDF PAGE 22
… fume and must and juice, Singing lest our eyes escape All his tunic wried and loose With the feet that softly trod In the vat the fairy god. Never more our eyes shall swim Looking for the love of him In the magic moon that bent Over maidens moon-content, When the summer woods were wet With our dewy songs, that set Quivering all seas and snows,
1911 · PDF PAGE 63
…ng, with which it may be collated—Eu]. I WAITED for news that my heart beat. The severing night was between me and my love. There was no god of sleep; sleep were traitor. I sought to praise my love, and to lament the hours that divided us; and I could not. Therefore I wrote down the story of my life. And it is this: * * * 3 * Gilded and painted to hide its worm—eaten planks, my pleasure—boat was foundering. I cursed the treachery of the workmen, and resolved to trust myself to my own arms rather than to abide any longer therein. No sooner had I…
1911 · PDF PAGE 63
…ng, with which it may be collated—Eu]. I WAITED for news that my heart beat. The severing night was between me and my love. There was no god of sleep; sleep were traitor. I sought to praise my love, and to lament the hours that divided us; and I could not. Therefore I wrote down the story of my life. And it is this: * * * 3 * Gilded and painted to hide its worm—eaten planks, my pleasure—boat was foundering. I cursed the treachery of the workmen, and resolved to trust myself to my own arms rather than to abide any longer therein. No sooner had I…
1912 · PDF PAGE 55
…to arrest. You catch the nightingale if you can find her nest. MORTADELLO. This was your plan, sir, path too darkling for my ken. Fail ? God avert the wrath of Mortadello then. I will have you inch by inch pushed screaming into hell The rack, the boot, the winch, the thumbscrews . . . GABRIELE. [Laughing.] Very well !
1928 · PDF PAGE 107
…most always present in person, although invisible, at all academic gatherings. Encouraged by so much affability, I asked him for news of God, and if he had seen Him lately. He answered me with an indifference shaded by a certain sadness, We bow when we meet, but like two old noblemen whose in- nate politeness cannot altogether extinguish the memory of ancient ill-will. It is doubtful whether His Highness had ever before given so lengthy an audience to a mere mortal, and I feared to abuse his kindness. Fi- nally, as the shuddering dawn whitene…
1905 · PDF PAGE 24
…ney’s scoundrels shiver at Our howls of rage, Brothers, lift Your voices, Shriek aloud, Rampage ! Like a mighty army moves the Church of god. Brothers, We are treading where the saints have trod.
1905 · PDF PAGE 98
…ve shape, Not to aspire to, not to love ; alas ! Only a memory in the agèd mass Of chained ones bound to me without escape ! Oh, doom of God ! Oh, brand how worse than Cain’s ! Divided being, undivided pains ! What is this life ? (To call it life that grows No inch throughout all time.) This bitterness Too weak and hateful to be called distress ? Slow memory working backward only knows There was some horror grown to it for kin ; Some final leprous growth that took my brain, Weaving a labyrinth of dullest pain From the sweet scarlet threat I tho…
1910 · PDF PAGE 136
…shoreland, one by one ; Forgetful kisses like a dreams possess All the low-lying land, And statelier than the swaying form Of some loud God, lifting the storm In his disastrous hand, Steps the sweet-voiced, the mellow motherhood Glad of the suns kiss, full of life, well wooed And won and brought to his bed, Proud of her rhythm in the lusty kiss, Triumphant and exulting in the mood Wherein her being is Crowned with a husbands head, And left in solitude which is not solitude. She strides with mighty steps across the glade Laughing, her bosom s…
1912 · PDF PAGE 79
…RIELE. Black fiend ! ORLANDO. Beware, I say, that shore thine edge away. GABRIELE. You thresh the air ! ORLANDO. Thou vile distortion of Gods image, this may serve. GABRIELE. I smile. Now at him, sbirri. ORLANDO. By thy backs crooked curve, Ill carve thee like a capon GABRIELE. All these months of hate I starve to spit thee on my sword. ORLANDO. Now meet thy fate ! GABRIELE. Dog ! falls the last of thine beside thee now, Death calls, Death calls ! See rear their crests Hells adamantine walls. ORLANDO. Ill send thee to announce me. GABRIELE…
1912 · PDF PAGE 87
…m Thomas, want to see The prints o the nails, the wound i the side ! 2ND VOICE. Its true, trust me ! 3RD VOICE. And if its true, by God, theres not a man that quails. Well tear the prison down with our own finger-nails. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! wait a little ! Ask the governor ; hes my friend. VOICES. Cut ! Shame ! your friend ! The brute ! The traitor ! ALESSANDRO. Fiddlesticks end ! Silence, and let me call, if its the truth you need. 1ST VOICE. Yes, hear him, hes her friend too ! 3RD VOICE. Thats true ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, indeed, Id give …