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…arn What quality of flame is wont to burn In mountain air. ’Twere wiser not to risk Meeting the glacier breed of Basilisk. Tempt not the spirit of the Storm ! Mine eye Sees through the darkness of futurity, The modern Gessler meet a modern Tell — Tyrol ! hunt Mussolini home to hell !
…e intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head; you win The devil’s bargain; Tam yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss; my spirit for your skin! O bitter love, consuming all my will! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fll My heart! wife ? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife O woman, would I call you Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine, The drunkenness of extreme pleasure, hlled From sin’s amazing cup? Oh, mine, mine, mine…
… field of its choice is also most certain . In “ The Nameless Quest ” and “ Tannhäuser ," we find represented this striving after a more spiritual and platonic ideal of love . In the former , questing for the ideal of his hopes , man falls tangled into the arms of the real ; in the latter , entangled , he strives to tear away the meshes of his passion , and at length suc ceeds in releasing himself from the magic threads . In “ The Nameless Quest ,” Gereth is in love with the Queen , and the King calls on a knight to go on the Nameless Quest to …
…e cried strongly, “this is a task for Kamael the mighty and all his host of Seraphim !” “T will employ them on it,” said the Great White Spirit. Then the skies flamed with wrath ; for Kamael the mighty and his legions flew from the South, and saluted their Creator. Behold the mighty one, behold Kamael the strong! His crownless head was like a whirling wheel of amethyst, and all the forces of the earth and heaven revolved therein. His body was the mighty Sea itself, and it bore the scars of crucifixion that had made it two score times stronger t…
…e cried strongly, “this is a task for Kamael the mighty and all his host of Seraphim !” “T will employ them on it,” said the Great White Spirit. Then the skies flamed with wrath ; for Kamael the mighty and his legions flew from the South, and saluted their Creator. Behold the mighty one, behold Kamael the strong! His crownless head was like a whirling wheel of amethyst, and all the forces of the earth and heaven revolved therein. His body was the mighty Sea itself, and it bore the scars of crucifixion that had made it two score times stronger t…
…tly arranged. And the writing is: Worship in the body the things of the body; worship in the mind the things of the mind; worship in the spirit the things of the spirit. (This holy alphabet must be written by sinners, that is, by those who are impure.) “Impure” means those whose every thought is followed by another thought, or who confuse the higher with the lower, the substance with the shadow. Every Aethyr is truth, though it be but a shadow, for the shadow of a man is not the shadow of an ape. (Note.—All this has come to me without voice, wi…
…a principle of immortality. Death is the beast, and the beast produces always bestial stupidity. God does not love fools, for his divine spirit is called the spirit of intelligence. Stupidity expiates itself by suffering and slavery. The stick is made for beasts. Suffering is always a warning. So much the worse for him who does not understand it! When Nature tightens the rein, it is that we are swerving; when she plies the whip, it is that danger is imminent. Woe, then, to him who does not reflect! When we are ripe for death, we leave life with…
…a principle of immortality. Death is the beast, and the beast produces always bestial stupidity. God does not love fools, for his divine spirit is called the spirit of intelligence. Stupidity expiates itself by suffering and slavery. The stick is made for beasts. Suffering is always a warning. So much the worse for him who does not understand it! When Nature tightens the rein, it is that we are swerving; when she plies the whip, it is that danger is imminent. Woe, then, to him who does not reflect! When we are ripe for death, we leave life with…
…r as a reasoning creature in the name of the Lord. BWathat vel Catbat super Abrac Buens! Aheor veniens super Aberer! YE WELLCOME UNTO YE SPIRIT DYGNYTIE. M{ Z0diredo totza Das i Dorepebala pujo ilagsa, ilasa gabe... 12. turebesa I am he that is looking with gladness upon thee, O thou spirit... N.’ beautiful od akatrinu! Dorepebela, gobus, bajileim iebe ivaumed Do totza and praiseworthy! with gladness I say, because thou artcalled in him Das ft go-o-al peripesol, oD caosago, oD faorejsita oresa, oD tofajilo who is creator of Heaven and _— earth …
… filled with laughter, Wrestling, kissing — follow after To the summit of the spasm ! CHIRON Ho, shall we sit idle gazing On such beauty spirit-crazing ? No, my ladies, I’m the song !
…pass it; Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled Cold, Imagination’s cramp. Now were the Desolation fain to stamp The congealed Spirit of Man into the pit, Save that, unquenchable because unlit, The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp. It burns! beyond the sands, beyond the stars. It burns! beyond the bands, beyond the bars, And so the Expanse of Mystery veil by veil Burns inward, plume on plume still folding over The dissolved heart of the amazéd lover— The angel wings over the Holy Grail!
…n—and Pan ! O thou heart of hate and inmost terror! O thou soul of subtle fear and Just ! Loathsome shape of infamy, thy mirror Shown as spirit or displayed as dust ! O thou worm in every soul of matter Crawling, feasting, rotting; slime of hell ! Beat and batter! shear and shatter ! Break the egg that hides thee well! Pan! I call thee! Pan! I see thee in thy whirling citadel. I alone of all men may unveil thee, Show the ghastly soul of all that is Unto them, that they themselves may hail thee, Festering corruption of thy kiss! Thou the soul of…
…ovah through the world astride of her. But his whip! the flame that lashes blood from out her flanks afoam, Strips the flesh and leaves the spirit bridle-free to gallop home! But the screams of pain that stab him, drunk with lust of spur and rod, As the rowels and the whalebone send his spirit back to God! So in madness is attainment that inspirits and endures. —Who are you to blame their folly, ask them to assent to yours? Be ye sure, the Eye Unlidded measures by another rod! Be ye sure, the human balance looks distorted to a God! To yourselves b…
…r worship , and reject thy spouse , The harlot of the world ! For , proud and free , We stand beyond thy hatred , even we : We broken in spirit beneath bitter years , Branded with the burnt-offering of tears , Spit out upon the lie , and in thy face Cast back the slimy falsehood ; to your place , Ye Gadarean swine , too foul to fling Into the waters that abound and spring ! Back , to your mother filth ! With hope , and youth , Love , light , and power , and mastery of truth Armed , we reject you ; the bright scourge we ply , Your howling spirit…
…unter, hungers, leaps above, Attains, exults, despairs. This love is doomed, Were there no hell. In granite walls entombed Lies the true spirit and the soul thereof. The body is here—yet is it not enough, These litanies unchanted, unperfumed? Live in the shuddering marble they remain: Here is the infinite credo of pure pain. Here let life’s agony take hold enough Of all that lives: let partial tears for them Wake knowledge, brain-dissolving diadem Of white-hot woe upon the brows of love! D0
… Only love's comedy. ALICIA. The way to live Is to find comedy and tragedy In everything. But if you cannot see Through to the Bacchanal spirit, this should suit. Here is the blacksmith hammeringa flute. Crassus. Oh love, love, kiss me! Aurcta. I will forge a ring Of bloom of blood-kisses upon your neck, Till it is like a garden of roses in late spring. Crassus. “Soft, and stung softly, fairer for a fleck.” Auicra. O marvellous nation! Vanity, dullness, slobber, and quotation! Crassus. Why do you love me if you scorn me so? 26
…experience the disturbance and enjoy the malevolent emotions which they give us. Such persons suffer from the contagious maladies of the spirit of perversity. The spirit of perversity has always for its secret motive 263
…experience the disturbance and enjoy the malevolent emotions which they give us. Such persons suffer from the contagious maladies of the spirit of perversity. The spirit of perversity has always for its secret motive 263
52 The Diary of a Drug Fiend And that’s really very much the same spirit. “ Heart of my heart, come out of the rain, Let’s have another go of cocaine.” I know I don’t count when it comes to poetry, and the distinguished authoress can well afford to smile, if it’s only the society smile, and step quietly over my remains. But I really have got the spirit of the thing. “ Always go on till you have to stop, Let’s have another sniff, old top!” No, that’s undignified. “Carry on! over the top!” would be better. It’s more dignified and patriotic, and e…
…, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony of art Whose cry is ever rapture, and whose tears For their own puritys undivided sake