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Page 14 of 741913 · PDF PAGE 57
… a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather good…
1898 · PDF PAGE 75
…ard who hasteneth ; 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. His eyes are fixed, he sees Men dimly, like to trees Walking, and guesses they must be the angels of the Lord ; His hand is strong to hold The talent of fine gold, The wand so clean and cold ; His altar has a lamp divine, his girdle has a sword. 65
1906 · PDF PAGE 80
…what deathless and divine! Not by a faint and fairy tale We shadow forth the immortal way. No symbols exquisitely pale Avail to lure the secrets gray Of his endeavour who proceeds By doing to abolish deeds. Not by the pipings of a bird In skies of blue on fields of gold, But by a fierce and loathly word The abomination must be told. The holy work must twist its spell From hemp of madness, grown in hell. Only by energy and strife May man attain the eternal rest, Dissolve the desperate lust of life By infinite agony and zest. Thus, O my Kali, I d…
1912 · PDF PAGE 25
Crassus. Wonderful, wonderful woman! [She throws her head back, and laughs. Acta. Now, you think ‘You know my secret. I have given you drink, And you are wise. But hush! to all emotion Save this the pulse and swell of Ocean. For at the last with mouth and fingers wried All must proclaim the triumph of the tide. Crassus. An! still you mock me with your cruel laugh. Autcta. It is your foolish epitaph. Crassus. But this can be no mockery. Heave and sway And curl and thrust—these waves are not at play. Aurera. You feel the ocean breaking on the sho…
1919 · PDF PAGE 250
…high toward the low, of the rich toward the poor, of the great toward the small? You are a thousand times right; you have understood the secret of the O.T.O. That such qualities can flourish in an extended commu- nity may surprise so eminent and so profound a student of humanity as yourself; yet examples abound of practices the most unnatural and repugnant to mankind which have con- tinued through centuries. I need not remind you of Jaga- nath and of the priests of Attis, for extreme cases. A fortiori, then, it must be possible to train men to …
1903 · PDF PAGE 61
…ing, And hamadryad of the trees, And naiad of the sleepy lake, That watched us on the mossy leas Look on each other’s face, and take The secret of the universe 59
1910 · PDF PAGE 14
…nto the dust, and who shall mourn him but his Mother Nature, Venus, the lady of love and sorrow ? Well is it if she bears within her the Secret of Resurrection ! But even Venus owes all her charm to the swift messenger of the Gods, Mercury, the joyous and ambiguous boy whose tricks first scandalize and then delight Olympus. But Mercury, too, is found wanting. Not in him alone is the secret cure for all the woe of the human race. Swift as ever, he passes, and gives place to the youngest of the Gods, to the Virginal Moon. Behold her, Madonna-like…
1905 · PDF PAGE 213
…n beyond the keen delight—to Be— Steals that diviner mood Of wonder at the miracle—the plan Of Nature crowned by the astounding Man! The secret of the Lord is set with him That wonders at His majesty :? his praise Wells from no trembler’s misery: his hymn Swells the exultant day’s. His psalm wings upward, and reflected down Even in Hell makes music and renown. Yea! for the echo of the anthem rolls Down to the lost unfathomable deep. Down, to the darkness of all shades and souls, The founts of music sweep. Even the devils in the utter night Feel…
1996 · PDF PAGE 203
… a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 20
That is not seeing, but the light That secretly is kindled, Though oft time its most holy fire Lacks oil, whene’er my own Desire Before desire has dwindled. I see the thin web binding me With thirteen cords of unity Toward the calm centre of the sea. (O thou supernal mother !) The triple light my path divides To twain and fifty sudden sides Each perfect as each other. Now backwards, inwards still my mind Must track the intangible and blind, And seeking, shall securely find Hidden in secret places Fresh feasts for every soul that strives, New li…
1905 · PDF PAGE 153
… : the people mourn. Of land bereft, of right beguiled, Starved, tortured, murdered, or exiled ; Of freedom robbed, of faith cajoled, In secret councils bought and sold ! Their weapons are the cell, the law, The gallows, and the scourge, to awe Brave Irish hearts : their hates deny The right to live—the right to die. 148
1898 · PDF PAGE 92
…their blossom smiles. They murder with the old perfume that maddens all men’s blood ; we die Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust : No crimson-hooded viper knows, no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash whi…
1911 · PDF PAGE 261
…ltar, LIBRA aria’ TAURUS at if: sides. VENUS. 7777777 -?טעמ77777771 TAURUS- 7777777- VENUS. Brother Libra, I command thee to declare the Secret of Venus. LIBRA rentes Swinburne: " Hertha.” [A/lþresemf reelihe and sleep] VENUS. Having ears they hear not. Brothers Taurus and Libra, let the veil be drawn. [They de m PART I [Twihghl. VENUS is em‘hroaed (m high, :walhed in masses qf red hair and roses. The altar is covered with 70565 ; [here is a smallflame thereah.] TAURUS ane! LIBRA draw the imter veil aflarl. LIBRA 761717775 and hneels. LIBRA. Daug…
1911 · PDF PAGE 261
…ltar, LIBRA aria’ TAURUS at if: sides. VENUS. 7777777 -?טעמ77777771 TAURUS- 7777777- VENUS. Brother Libra, I command thee to declare the Secret of Venus. LIBRA rentes Swinburne: " Hertha.” [A/lþresemf reelihe and sleep] VENUS. Having ears they hear not. Brothers Taurus and Libra, let the veil be drawn. [They de m PART I [Twihghl. VENUS is em‘hroaed (m high, :walhed in masses qf red hair and roses. The altar is covered with 70565 ; [here is a smallflame thereah.] TAURUS ane! LIBRA draw the imter veil aflarl. LIBRA 761717775 and hneels. LIBRA. Daug…
1912 · PDF PAGE 16
Aurcta. The secret’s in a kiss. Here are no kisses. Here great Artemis Rules; only in the woodland may a man Hide his eyes from her, pledge himself to Pan. Come! through the tangled arches Of cypresses and larches, Stoop; under Artemis we walked upright; But this is Pan’s home, and the House of Night. (They enter the wood. Crassus. So when I stoop, my cheek comes close to yours. Give mea kiss. Autcta. The poisonous apple lures ‘Thus the boy’s mouth. Beware! Crassus. O you ate fairl Fairer than ever! In this tangle of trees, ‘Your hot breath wra…
1901 · PDF PAGE 22
… OW barren is the Valley of Delight ! Swift the gaunt hounds that nose the warm close trail Of all my love’s content ; in vain I veil My secret of remorse ; from their keen sight And scent my poor deception takes to flight. I borrow perfume from young loves waxed pale ; I borrow music from the nightingale. In vain : she knows me, that I hate her quite. Not altogether : in my patchwork brain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder ! Yes, though I hate her well …
1901 · PDF PAGE 123
…hine unselfish soul ; And as thou lovest, so let Love increase Upon thee and about thee : till thy ways Gleam with the splendour of that secret goal Whose long war grows the great abiding peace. O
1907 · PDF PAGE 111
… of ages—icier, icier as they roll— May not cover up my stature, may not quench this devil-soul. Here’s the palace. I must enter sly and secret as a thief. I would rather blazon, blazon, this my night beyond belief. I, a worn Suburrian Venus reeking with a fouler foam, Sucked within me in the darkness the virility of Rome. Now’s the light, the light accurséd: I must get me to the feast, Stupefy this Panic spirit, throw a posset to the beast. ——Hail, ye Gods! ye Gods infemall here salutes ye Hercules! I am come to bring my spirit free of ye and …
1910 · PDF PAGE 131
THE LADDER 121 The quintessential Pan ? What shore Stretches beyond this secret door ? Hail ! O thou sevenfold star of green, Thou fourfold gloryall this teen Caught up in ecstasya boon To pass me singing through the moon ! Nay ! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond : But this I know that I am gone To the heart of Gods great diamond ! I match, &c. KETHER I am passed through the abyss of flame ; Hear ye that I am that I am ! THE RETURN Behold ! I clothe mine awful light In yonder body born of night. Its mind be op…
1913 · PDF PAGE 94
…long years back I The streets of Camden Town, I splendid in my suit of black And she divine in brown. Hers was a proud and noble face, A secret heart , and eyes Like water in a lonely place Beneath unclouded skies . A bed , a chest, a faded mat And broken chairs a few , Were all we had to grace our flat In Hazel Avenue . But I could walk to Hampstead Heath And crown her head with daisies, And watch the streaming world beneath And men with other Maisies . When I was ill and she was pale And empty stood our store , She left the latchkey on its na…