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…se is the Realization of the Ideal of thy Passion. Lo, in the Silence following is my spirit so enlightened at its apprehension of these Secret Joys of the Master, that I was once more lost to myself and lived again for a little while in Him. The Two and Twenty Secret Instructions of the Master. Now that I am come to myself, I yearn in ageless sorrow for that which I am so little able to attain. I bleed inwardly, so that my passion
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…amede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that grueso…
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…amede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that grueso…
1910 · PDF PAGE 173
I20 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ALEXANDER I too have died to Pan, and he Hath begotten upon me A secret wonder that must wait For the hour of the falling of thy fate, Nineteen centuries shalt thou Plague earth with that agonizing brow, And then that age of sordid strife Give place to the aeon of love and life. A lion shall rise and swallow thee, Bringing back life into Arcady. So strong shall he roar that the worlds shall quake And the waters under the heaven break, That the earth, of thy father’s hate accurst, Shall be greener and gladder than at fir…
1912 · PDF PAGE 13
…cia. The bat flaps; the owl hoots aloud. Crassus. Lead on; I trust you, girl. Atrcia. You are bold to trust me; of, have you divined ‘My secret? Crassus. No; the erystal of your mind Shows only faint disturbing images, Things passing strange, as if enchanted seas Kept their great swell upon it, and strange fish Played in its oily depths. Some monstrous wish, ‘The shadow of some unspeakable desire, Strikes my heart cold, and sets my brain on fire. Aurcra. Learn this, as we pass through the portico: Fear nothing; there is nothing you can know! An…
1996 · PDF PAGE 37
…be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all. Commentary: The Ordeals are at present carried out unknown to the Candidate by the secret Magick Power of The Beast. Those who are accepted by Him for initiation testify that these Ordeals are frequently independent of His conscious care. They are not, like the traditional ordeals, formal, or identical for all; the Candidate finds himself in circumstances which afford a real test of conduct, and compel him to discover his own nature, to become aware of himself by bringing his secret motives …
1910 · PDF PAGE 177
…h : thy corpse light dawns on us. See ! the tenebrous glare and venomous And all it shews. Enough ! I leave thee, man, To hide me in the secret place of Pan Beneath the fallen groves Arcadian. He fades away, as if the new light, making the filth visible, made him invisible. ISSA I am nailed here too fast : — I strain in agony aghast ; For I have blotted out the sun From the sight of everyone.
1898 · PDF PAGE 126
…ark hill, the storm, the star That lit my bestial lupanar ! Her breasts are Golgotha to me ! Her lips, his dripping hands and feet ! Her secret-cinctured armoury Of pleasures seems—how utter sweet !— The gaping spear-wound in his side Wherein I smote the Crucified ! Come, night ! dip, shadows ! Only let One incense-flame burn red and low, Regild the golden coronet, Gleam on her nude lewd hips, and glow On hours of weariless desire, A bastard and infernal fire. Smite me, my fiend-fair whore, nor spare My raging hips, but wake again The old desir…
1903 · PDF PAGE 82
…ions of thy name In seemly stations one by one, As thou encirclest blinder poles ‘Than Khem or Ammon showed the sun In one-eyed sight of secret goals.
1906 · PDF PAGE 32
From this my voluntary pain, My dread initiation, long Desired and long deferred? The Master— Ts he the secret of the song, Portent of triumph or disaster The night wind breathes upon the air Still shimmering from the fearful heat? Can I still trust who have learned to dare? All others I have known effete, Bid them await. Who knows to-day The purpose of the dread essay? Surely I, earlier, further fared! I knew the deed that closes clay, Division’s sword by sense unbared, A living lie. The deep delusion! Dividuality—confusion ! These I unmasked …
1907 · PDF PAGE 46
…llant? Seeing Our statues, hearing of our race Heroic tales, half-doubted, being So far beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly. These were our ways. And who shall know? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories? Shall lovers whisper ‘Even so 26
1910 · PDF PAGE 3
…Rose, thou art sick ! The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.”—BLAKE. ROSE of the World ! If so, then what a world ! What worm at its red heart lay curled From the beginning ? Plucked and torn and trampled And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stoppe…
1910 · PDF PAGE 56
46 THE TWO SECRETS . . . So there she used to lie. May be Correggios Antiope Best paints you how she lay. And I Loved her, and passed the matter by ; Ending at last, one may dare say, In thinking that those eyes of grey Meant naught, suspected naught, were blind, Expressed the vacancy behind. So life went on. One winter day So silent and so still she lay That I took cold, regarding her. I rose, I wrapped myself in fur ; Then came to her, my thought untold Being that she, too, might be cold. I laid my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah …
1902 · PDF PAGE 125
…re hatred. Truth is terrible ! You, cousin, taken in adultery ! You, Wolfram, lover of the kitchen maids ! You, Jerome —yes, I know your secret deeds ! You, ladies ! Are your faces painted thus Not to hide wrinkles of debauchery .-' To catch new lovers ? Landgrave. Stop the lying mouth ! Friends, your sword-service ! 123
1910 · PDF PAGE 140
…Rose, thou art sick ! The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.BLAKE. ROSE of the World ! If so, then what a world ! What worm at its red heart lay curled From the beginning ? Plucked and torn and trampled And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stoppe…
1906 · PDF PAGE 141
…ng, I grow. Ho! Ho! I taught Criosda The evil runes. Mine were the tunes His passion sang. Mine is the clang Of the olden door. Half the secret I gave: no more! Half the secret Hidden I keep. Hide it deep! That is mine! I will work. He is nought. The runes divine Awry be wrought. Hail to the murk! [A adtstant whine ts heard. Cover me! Lurk, Rupha, lurk ! ’Tis a foe. Ho! Ho! [Clouds have been obscuring the moon ; zt is mow dark. A fox passes over the stage. Crafty ! Crafty ! That is the omen. Fear not the foemen ! [She rzses up. Mine is the spoi…
1899 · PDF PAGE 209
…ivers, Here where the bridge is thrown over the amber stream. | Chill is the ray that steals from the moon to the stream that whispers , Secret tales of its source, songs of its fountain-head. Here do I stand in the dusk ; like spectres mournfully moving | Wisps of the cloud-wreaths form, dissipate into the mist, | - Wrap me in shrouds of gray, chill me and make me shiver, Not with the Night alone, not with the sound of her wing, Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking (Step after step as I move) me, to annul me, quell
1901 · PDF PAGE 68
…, And sleep upon the lips of me. Dream on my breast of quiet days, Kindled of slow absorbing fire. Sleep, while I ponder on the ways And secret paths of my desire. Dream, while my restless brain probes deep The mysteries of its magic power, The secrets of forgotten sleep, The birth of knowledge as a flower. Slow and divine thy gentle breath Woos my warm throat : my spirit flies Beyond the iron walls of death, And seeks strange portals, pale and wise. My lips are fervent, as in prayer, Thy lips are parted, as to kiss : My hand is clenched upon t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 151
…flame, O wingéd globe of serpents twined, O sun of glory in my skies ! O subtle spirit of my mind ! O ardent rapture of mine eyes ! Thou secret centre, motion, rest : Come to my breast ! Come to my breast ! THE POINT I am the Lord of Heaven, and I Am secretly arrayed and robed In all the azure abyss of sky By serpents wingéd, wound and globed. Thou art the Infinite of space, Thou the blue-lidded love of air ! I burn to kiss the exultant face, To grip the body bent and bare. O music ! to my silence be ! I come to thee ! I come to thee !
1903 · PDF PAGE 110
…eld to Hades’ bridal birth, The world’s sad sympathy with Persephone. Yet I myself, while tuning to her key My sighs of sorrow, mused in secret mirth : “ I am convinced at last of money’s worth, For lack of which she cannot cross the sea.” I told her, like a fool, a day too soon. She went and told her story to the priest ; She wept, and borrowed money of the beast. She told me she would go : June fell from June. I, left in limbo ; she, to front the elate Cockoldy lawyer in the L . . . S . . . S . . . 90