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… ; but last night wert thou not fingering the delicate chalice of Cam paspe , and a few hours hence will not thy drowsy hand crimson the white womb of thy Mother Earth with the red lees of the grape of Bacchus , so full of the poppies of sleep , and the wormwood of sorrow . " From the silver goblet of laughter , that leaden cup of weeping , have the nations drunk the dregs of many lives : for the woman arrayed in purple and scarlet , and decked with pearls and precious stones , hath made them drunk on the golden cup of her abominations , on the…
1898 · PDF PAGE 14
10 JEZEBEL CONCERNING CERTAIN SINS. SOME sins assume a garb so fine and white That the blue veil of Heaven seems to shade Their purity. They are winged so wide and bright That even angels pinions seem to fade, And the archangels wing recedes in night : Ay ! even God seems perturbed and afraid Because it wears so holy a garb of light Of perfumed fire immaculately made. These sins are deadly. God is merciless For Love that joins Mans passion with His power, And makes to bloom on earth a fairer flower Than heaven bears. Our token of success Is…
1901 · PDF PAGE 41
… bracken Love lies in death or swoon. The stars arise and brighten ; The summer lightnings lighten, Faint and as midnight mute ; And far white snowfields tighten The iron bands that frighten No fairy’s tender foot. Across the stiller river Stray flowers of ice may shiver, Before the day deliver The murmur of its lute. T
1907 · PDF PAGE 89
…here swim Tears of deep joy, deep anguish; love's first hymn Is choral in her ear’s young miracle. She knows the utmost now: what waters white She held from heaven’s crystal fountains; flight Of what celestial birds struck down:—Ah me! What god or demigod hath struck remorse Into that close-crouched, cold, and desolate corse, Wailing her violate virginity ? SY / I
1910 · PDF PAGE 398
…far. There doth he find Sir Palamede Sitting as steadfast as a star. Scarcely he knew the knight indeed, For he was compassed in a beard White as the streams of snow that feed The lake of Gods and men revered That sitteth upon Caucasus. So muttered he a darkling weird,
1910 · PDF PAGE 398
…far. There doth he find Sir Palamede Sitting as steadfast as a star. Scarcely he knew the knight indeed, For he was compassed in a beard White as the streams of snow that feed The lake of Gods and men revered That sitteth upon Caucasus. So muttered he a darkling weird,
1905 · PDF PAGE 62
…ws ; So measure and meaning are shifted to fashion a rose, The garland I made in my sorrow Was woven of infinite peace; The joy that was white on the morrow Made music of viols at ease ; The thoughts of the Ilighest would borrow the rvar of the seas. This pastime of hope and of labour Iled singing through bountiful hours, With sleep for a bride, for a neighbour With Death in the blossoming bowers That slays with his merciless sabre the passion of flowers. This pastime had hope for its metre, And trust in high God for the tune, And passion of so…
1898 · PDF PAGE 104
My rapt eyes grow more eager now, God smites within the host, White fires illuminate my brow Lit of the Holy Ghost ; I see the angel figures bow On heaven’s silent coast. Eternity, a wheel of light, And Time, a fleece of snow, I saw, and deep beyond the night, The steady mystic glow Of that lamp’s flame unearthly bright That watches Earth below. Long avenues of sleepy trees And bowers arched with love, And kisses woven for a breeze, And lips that scarcely move, Save as long ripples on the seas, That murmur like a dove. I saw the burning lips of…
1898 · PDF PAGE 72
…ten lyre : Maid of dark eyes. Grant me thy love, earth’s last surpassing prize, Me, cast upon the faggots of love’s pyre For love of the white bosom that underlies The subtle passion of thy snowy attire, The shadowy secret of thine amorous thighs, The inmost shrine of my supreme desire, Maid of dark eyes ! 2 Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair, Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair, Boy of red lips.
1904 · PDF PAGE 15
…s task Is but to praise the peace of earth ; If Horror’s contrast that should ask, Off from this Paradise of mirth ! Let Kandy Lake, the white soul, mirror The generalised concept, limn clear England, a memory clean of error, A royal reason to be here. Therefore no reminiscence stirs My heart of when I lived in Kandy. Europe’s the focus now ! that blurs The picture of my Buddhist dandy, Allan, who broke his wand of flame,
1907 · PDF PAGE 155
…onsidered as evil , and all pains as exceedingly good ; chewing aloes he swore they were as melligenous as the sugar cane , called black white , white black , and this fair world the abode of his satanic majesty ; beat his wife , swore at the ' kids , and kicked the cat over the garden wall . Not being able to walk on his head , with his feet in the air , he , however , did and continues to do his best to carry what remains of his fungoid organ of thought as low as he possibly can , his desires in his stomach , and his thoughts in the vicinity …
1905 · PDF PAGE 90
JEPHTHAH 83 CHORUS. Fair as the dawn is the maiden wise ; Pale as the poppies by still white water ! Sunlight burns in her pure deep eyes ; Love lights the tresses of Jephthah’s daughter. Kissing rays of the moon have caught her, Rays of the moon that sleeps and sighs, JARED [aszde]. In our disgrace, behold! our vengeance strikes. I am inspired with so profound a hate— He shall not triumph: in the very hour When his o’ermastering forehead tops the sky I strike him to the earth. I need not move. Silence—no more—and all accomplishes. Leviathan, h…
1899 · PDF PAGE 155
…d I linger near thee Amid the poppies red, Forget this world, and hear thee As one among the dead, Amid the daffadillies, Red tulips and white lilies, Where daisies’ tears are shed
1903 · PDF PAGE 90
…ide margias and roogh edges.” “Butte-woman's method." “The unclean is faunted before our eyes.” * Quite unsuitable forthe perusal of the white maidens of England.”
1907 · PDF PAGE 73
…dfast on the sun To the fear folded in the robes of shame:— Lest he, to all the world plain victor, find Himself mere failure to his own white mind. 45
1909 · PDF PAGE 73
…g ! This “two-handed engine at the door stands ready to smite” each one of us who has not attained to Arahatship, admission to the Great White Brotherhood. Is it not enough to make us throw away our atheism and exclaim, ‘“‘O God be merciful to me a sinner, and keep me in the way of Truth!” Nay, for those of us who know what triple silver cord of moonlight binds the red blood of our heart to the Ineffable Crown of Brilliance, who have seen what Angel stands in the moon-ray, who have known the perfume and the vision, seen the drops of dew superna…
1909 · PDF PAGE 73
…g ! This “two-handed engine at the door stands ready to smite” each one of us who has not attained to Arahatship, admission to the Great White Brotherhood. Is it not enough to make us throw away our atheism and exclaim, ‘“‘O God be merciful to me a sinner, and keep me in the way of Truth!” Nay, for those of us who know what triple silver cord of moonlight binds the red blood of our heart to the Ineffable Crown of Brilliance, who have seen what Angel stands in the moon-ray, who have known the perfume and the vision, seen the drops of dew superna…
1905 · PDF PAGE 139
…famy, my pain, Seal my subjection and her reign. My veins poured out her marriage cup, For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessing of white hands raised up, These perfumed infamies unsung; For God’s breath, her sharp tainted breath ; For marriage bed, the bed of death. The hounds that scavenge, fierce and lean, Snarl in the moonlight ; in the sky The vulture hangs, a ghost unclean ; The lewd hyzena’s sleepless eye Darts through the distance ; these admit My lordship over her—and it. The host is lifted up. Behold The vintage spilt, the broken…
1898 · PDF PAGE 98
And on his feet I knew the sandals were More beautiful than flame, and white, And on the glory of his hair The crown of night. And I beheld his robe, and on its hem Were writ unlawful words to say, Broidered like lilies, with a gem More clear than day. And round him shone so wonderful a light As when on Galilee Jesus once walked, and clove the night And calmed the sea. I scarce could see his features for the fire That dwelt about his brow, Yet, for the whiteness of my own desire, I see him now ; Because my footsteps follow his, and tread The aw…
1907 · PDF PAGE 90
…vague untutored thought to love, and sees Himself exalted at the amber knees Of God the Father: his bowed forehead burns With chastity’s white star: no spirit yearns More keenly from the abyss; yet, God! are these Subtle star-sparks of spirit chastity’s? - These deep-set shiverings saint nor sage discerns ? Laughter and love are over him, entice His life to sweeter scent of sacrifice. She knows God’s will, not he! Her ardour licks Flowers from the dust. O fool! that, heavy of breath, Dost rot in worship at the shrine of death! O mystic rapture …