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Page 14 of 1231901 · PDF PAGE 69
…ace Curl, and thy perfume curls round me, An incense on my eager face. I see, beyond all seas and stars, The gates of hell, the paths of death Open : unclasp the surly bars, Before the voice of him that saith : “ I will ! ” Droop lower to my knees ! Sink gently to the leopard’s skin ! I must not stoop and take my ease, Or touch the body lithe and thin. Bright body of the myriad smiles, Sweet serpent of the lower life, The smooth silk touch of thee defiles, The lures and languors of a wife. Slip to the floor, I must not turn : There is a lion in…
1913 · PDF PAGE 221
…nother shadow between the lawn and sun light The shadow of a red streak falling through the air Down in the river is the wounded swan 's death fight ; But his blood has splashed on the King 's White Daughter fair ; Splashed on her peacocks and on her pretty Page - boy , And lo ! there steals a music calling soft and faint Through the great gardens and orchards of the King 's joy From the ancient terraced thousand steps — " The Bride 's Descent .” Behold ! her true love is a prince enchanted , And he has turned wild swan , to see his love at pla…
1913 · PDF PAGE 220
…ed the page ; And she cried with her hands clasped , “ Why should these go flaunting ? They kill the pretty sunlight ! ' Tis the sign of Death and Age !" " There is nor age nor death for thee , my Lady , Thou art enchanted ” — and up he took his bow . “ True !” she cried laughing , “ but still more persuade me , Strike them through their long necks , through their long necks all of snow ! " 201
1906 · PDF PAGE 49
… own secret eyes and eyelashes, Long and deep ecstasies, Knowing as now I know—at last—how this Foreshadows my own bliss Of falling into death when life is tired. For of all things desired Not one as death is so desirable, Seeing all sorrows pass, all joys endure, All lessons last. Not heaven and not hell (My spirit is grown sure) Await the lover But death’s veil draws, life’s mother to dis- cover, Nature ; no longer mother, but a bride ! Ay ! there is none beside. O brothers mightier than my mightiest word In the least sob that stirred Your ly…
1930 · PDF PAGE 83
…en’s music is to West African war-drums. Section Gg. The adept should hâve realised that his Act of Union with the angel implies (i) the death of his old mind save in so far as his unconscious éléments preserve its memory when they absorb it, and (2) the death of his unconscious elementa themselves. But their death is rather a going forth to renew their life through love. He then, by conscious compréhension of them separatefy and together, becomes the “Angel” of his Angel, as Hermes is the Word of Zeus, whose own voice is Thunder. Thus in this …
1910 · PDF PAGE 53
…ut naked to the knife, My whole soul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of blessedness. Though Death came, I could kiss him into life ; Though Life came, I Could kiss him into death, and yet nor live nor die ! XXX Yet I that am the babe, the sire, the dam, Am also none of these at all ;
1906 · PDF PAGE 135
…a net Of moonlight round me : sweet is set The mouth’s unbudded rose. Oh never! did our lips once meet The dream were done for ever, And death should dawn, supremely sweet, One flash of knowledge subtle and fleet Borne on the waveless river. VOL, II. And therefore in the quiet hour I rose from lily pillows And swiftly sought the jasmine bower Still sleeping, moonlight for a dower, And bridal wreaths of willows. And there I laid me down again: The stream flowed softly by: And thought the last time upon pain, Earth’s joy—the sad permuted strain O…
1929 · PDF PAGE 130
…rved contempt the pseudo-scientific experiments of American charlatans who daim to hâve established that weight is lost at the moment of death, and the unsupported statements of alleged clairvoyants that they hâve seen the soûl issuing like a vapour from the mouth of persons in articulo mortis; but his expériences as an explorer hâve convinced the Master Therion that méat loses a notable portion of its nutritive value within a very few minutes after the death of the animal, and that this loss proceeds with ever-diminishing rapidity as time goes…
1905 · PDF PAGE 17
… in roses ; while his heart and mind Broken and yet imperishable, blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stoop’d o’er the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the sweet odour dulled his brain, and sleep Loosened his limbs, most dreamless and most deep. The mosses serve .him for a b…
1903 · PDF PAGE 20
… Man, thou pitiest her ! Man, thou art whelmed in that red tide of lust That rolls over strong loathing by vast will, Hideous rapture of death. That’s for thee, man ! Thine are the scalding tears of sympathy, The tender love for the young flower. And these Are none of the priest’s. Enough ! [Exit. The door clangs again. The curtain falls; a scene drops. WRupna, an aged and wizened hag, of gigantic stature, is dis- covered seated C. The scene represents a lonely hill-top covered with stones. A little coarse grass grows in places. Three great men…
1905 · PDF PAGE 17
…sand devils ! nay ! And a devil in a vision Hisses as I slumber, “ Yea ! “ Heaven of your accurst creation Shall become a hell of fire ; Death for kisses, and damnation For your love shall God require.”
1912 · PDF PAGE 93
…ds and fruitless flowers, He grows so maudlin in his love That even the knaves of his own house Mock at him in their merry hours. “God’s death!” raged Palamede, not wroth But irritated, “laugh ye so? Am I a jape for scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the Questing Beast I chase, The Questing Beast I love? ’Od’s wounds!” Then sudden from the slave there brake A cachinnation scant of grace, As if a thirty couple hounds Were in his belly! Knight, awake…
1954 · PDF PAGE 152
…e spilling of the blood of the Lamb being a ritual of the Dark Brothers, for they have sealed up the Pylon with blood, lest the Angel of Death should enter therein. Thus do they shut themselves off from the company of the saints. Thus do they keep themselves from compassion and from understanding. Accursed are they, for they shut up their blood in their heart. They keep themselves from the kisses of my Mother Babylon, and in their lonely fortresses they pray to the false moon. And they bind themselves together with an oath, and with a great cur…
1899 · PDF PAGE 29
… in roses ; while his heart and mind Broken and yet imperishable, blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stooped oer the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the sweet odour dulled his brain, and sleep Loosened his limbs, most dreamless and most deep. The mosses serve him for a be…
1905 · PDF PAGE 122
… dream spans !— And so he dreamed of life : and failing plumes Wrought through ancestral looms In the man’s brain : and so he dreamed of death. And slower still the grey God wrought Dividing consciousness from breath, And life and death from thought. So the king dreamed of Nought. Yet subtly-shapen was this Nothingness, Not mere negation, as before that dream
1922 · PDF PAGE 169
…to the dead, The slime alive in the dust, Brazen shame like a flame, An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyond aim or name— Orgasm, death, dissolution! Know you now why her eyes So fearfully glaze, beholding Terrors and infamies Like filthy flowers unfolding? Laughter widowed of ease, Agony barred from sadness, Death defeated of peace, Is she not madness ? She waits for me, lazily leering, As moon goes murdering moon ; The moon of her triumph is nearing ; She will have me wholly soon.
1910 · PDF PAGE 20
…s ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death. Tears divide our labouring breath That of our sisterO our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her ! She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Thou art clay. Let us fare away, away To the ice whose ocean gray Tumbles on the beach of rock, Where the wheeling vultures mock Our distress with horrid cries ; Where the flower relenting dies,
1911 · PDF PAGE 297
…m the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance, Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips ! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew, Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you! Come, while the moon (the moon 1) Sheds her ambrosia! splendour, Reels in the redeless rune InetTably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Ofdeadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo Swift, O maiden moon, Send thy ray-dews after; Turn the d…
1911 · PDF PAGE 297
…m the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance, Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips ! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew, Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you! Come, while the moon (the moon 1) Sheds her ambrosia! splendour, Reels in the redeless rune InetTably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Ofdeadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo Swift, O maiden moon, Send thy ray-dews after; Turn the d…
1905 · PDF PAGE 112
I cannot have you dead, and live: let death Strangle my breath Now as I kiss you still—Eurydice! Come back to me! Fling down the foolish lyre, the witless power! Cast the dead laurel in the dust! The flower Of all the world is marred, the day’s desire Distorted in the eclipse, the sun’s dead hour. Let me fall down beside thee! Let me take The kisses that thou canst not give, and slake Despair in purposeless caresses, dire Shames fang-wise fastened of the eternal snake. Is there no warmth where beauty is so bright? No soul still flickering in th…