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…be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In light and dark still shall the silent river Bear on my soul, my soul shall bear for ever.
…ACGREGOR.! O MAN of Sorrows: brother unto Grief! O pale with suffering, and dumb hours of pain! OQ worn with Thought ! springs again The Soul of Resurrection: thou art chief And lord of all thy mind: O patient thief Of God’s own fire! What mysteries find fane In the white shrine’ of thy white spirit’s reign, Thou man of Sorrows: O, beyond belief! thy purpose Let perfect Peace be with thee: let thy days Prosper in spite of thine unselfish soul ; And as thou lovest, so let Love increase Upon thee and about thee: till thy ways Gleam with the splen…
…Friends! [Aszde.] Stay—Is this a tempter voice that soothes My conscience? Art thou that Leviathan, Thou lipless monster, gnashing at my soul Abominable teeth? Art thou the fiend WhomI have seen in sleep, and waking served? O horrible distortion of all truth That I must serve thee still. Thy word’s a lie, That if I keep my silence, I do good To her, the milk-white virgin sacrifice, And only smite the bloody father down! A lie, Isay! A lie! Yet—dare I speak, Those eyes upon me, torturing my soul And threatening revenge? His fingers gross, Purple…
…hould not hear Mikhael’s trumpet-call. Yet there did grow a clamour shrill and loud : One cursed, one crossed himself, another vowed His soul against the quest ; the tumult ran Indecorous in that presence, man to man. Stilled suddenly, beholding how I bowed My soul in thought : another cry began. “ Gereth the dauntless ! Gereth of the Sea ! Gereth the loyal ! Child of royalty ! Witch-mothered Gereth ! Sword above the strong, Heart pure, head many-wiled ! ” The knightly throng Clamour my name, and flattering words, to me— If they may ’scape the …
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 15 Come ! Once again I call, I call, I call, O perfect soul, to thee, With chants, and murmurs mystical, And whispers wiser than the sea : O lover, come to me ! The pall Of night is woven : fair and free, Draw to my kisses, let thy breath Mingle for love the wine of death.
…aph of it in some newspaper, and now I remembered that Bill Waldorf had pointed her out, roaring with laughter, as the Queen of the Dead Souls. Basil had said that London was full of dead souls. _ “Tt’s nothing to do with that story of Gogol’s,” said Maisie. ‘‘ Basil thinks—and it’s only too ghastly true—that most of the people we see walking about, and eating and drinking and dancing, are really dead— ‘dead in trespasses and sins,’ as my old uncle used to say—in the sin of not knowing themselves to be Stars, True and Living Gods Most High——’’ …
… of stone, To kneel before , to honour, and forget. He was the child I made and now a man I thought his very blood was mine ; I made his soul and with it did entwine My soul, my life , my very self - and yet He is not I , he stands alone, a man . He cannot see I made him as he is, Gave him the breath of beauty with my kiss, · Taught him the tune of pain , with eyelids wet . He loves me , but he needs me not . A man Needs but himself , and right ; but I — but I I need a child ; I need to hush its cry , And be the god on whom its eyes are set . *…
INVOCATION 63 And the continual fervour of my soul Have led me to this hour of victory, This throne of splendour. O thou Beauty’s Self, Thou holiest Crown thus manifest to me, Come forth, I say, come forth ! With mightier cries Than Jesus uttered on the quivering cross : “ Eli, Eli, lamma sabachthani,” Thee, thee, thee only I invoke ! O Soul Of my own spirit, let thy fervid eyes Give me their light : for thou dost stand, as God Among the Holy Ones. Before the gods Thy music moves, coequal, coeterne, Thou, Lord of Light and Life and Love ! Come …
…g light, but the moon’s shadowy pearl, The love of a young girl Before she knows that love : so mused the king ; “ I am not weary of the soul of spring” He said, “ none happier in this causeless chain Of life that bears no fruit of pain, No seed of sorrow,” yet his heart was stirred, And, wasting no weak word On the invulnerable air, that had No soul of memories sad, He passed through all the palace : in his bowers He stooped and kissed the flowers ; And in his hall of audience stayed awhile, And with a glad strange smile Bade a farewell to all…
…f a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought with blushes ; my soul’s dead As a corpse flung out of the tideway on The stinking flats of London mud. The springs Are dry beyond appeal ; dull grey like lead (And heavier) is my soul’s carrion. If she came pleasing now, pure passionate, and sane, I would not take her back again.
68 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Friend, hast thou heard the wailing of the damned ? Friend, hast thou listened when a murderer shammed Pale smiles amid his fellows as they spoke Low of his crime : his fear is like to choke His palsied throat. How, if Hell’s gate were slammed This very hour upon thy womanfolk ? Conceive, I charge thee ! Brace thy spirit up To drink at that imagination’s cup ! Then, shriek, and pass ! For thou shalt understand A little of the pressure of the hand That crushed me now. Yes, yes ! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old…
…f a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought with blushes ; my souls dead As a corpse flung out of the tideway on The stinking flats of London mud. The springs Are dry beyond appeal ; dull grey like lead (And heavier) is my souls carrion. If she came pleasing now, pure passionate, and sane, I would not take her back again.
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THE EQUINOX or Soul; and a Selecting Power, which however is strenuously denied by the rigid law of Cause and Effect. However the mental eyes of the vast majority of his followers were not so clear as to pierce far into the darkness of metaphysical philosophy, and so it happened that, where the idealism of the Vedanta had failed the realism of Buddhism succeeded.* This denial ofa Universal Atman, and a personal Atman, soon brought the ethical and philosophical arguments of Gotama up against a brick wall (Kant’s “a priori”). As we have seen he c…
THE EQUINOX or Soul; and a Selecting Power, which however is strenuously denied by the rigid law of Cause and Effect. However the mental eyes of the vast majority of his followers were not so clear as to pierce far into the darkness of metaphysical philosophy, and so it happened that, where the idealism of the Vedanta had failed the realism of Buddhism succeeded.* This denial ofa Universal Atman, and a personal Atman, soon brought the ethical and philosophical arguments of Gotama up against a brick wall (Kant’s “a priori”). As we have seen he c…
…eir love abides That passes not beneath their tides, And who so bathes in light of theirs, And water, changes unawares To be no separate soul, but be Himself the moon and sea. Not all the wealth that flowers shed, And sacred streams on that calm head ; Not all the earths spell-weaving dream And scent of new-turned earth shall seem Again indeed his mothers breast To breathe like sleep and give him rest ; He lives or dies in subtler swoon Between the sea and moon. So standing, gliding, undeterred By any her alluring word That calls from older f…
… His Holy Spirit amid fumes Of incense lifts me out of self - control , No heretic can dream how He illumes The innermost recesses of my soul . That is a mystery I alone may scan , Privileged in my character of priest ; So now in my capacity of man , I ask you all to come with me and Caustic . - feast . Innocent . Sir, who are you ? Caustic . A man of good intent : A leech - a bodily salvation - giver . That sense mysterious of the sacrament Exists not in your soul , but in your liver . God is a fiction of the nervous cells Connected with a por…
TANNHAUSER 241 TANNHAUSER. One lover! Who makes up the equal soul Of all the wickedness beneath the sun? Lilith ! Seek out thy children to devour! Leave me. I go to my Elizabeth. VENUS. Ono! It kills me! That is naked truth. I am the soul and symbol of desire, Yet individual to thy love. Stay! Stay! One last caress, and then I let thee go, And—die. I fear, and I detest, this death. I am not mortal, doomed to it! I slip Into mere slime; no resurrection waits Me, made the vilest of the stars that fell. I must not die. .I dare not. But for thee, T…
…shade, gall, orpiment, Jews’ hearts, Old women’s tongues, by monstrous arts ; But this my poison drips, without endeavour, From the mere soul of the world’s rose ! What alchemy of hell this ronyon Venus has skill of ! Wonder that I live ! This has been like a bag-pipe drone to wail Its monotone through high, low, fast and slow. It has been like a secret cancer, Forcing all servants of the life to give Their work to the usurper ; all its themes assail The main word Life ; they build their archipelago Of poison in each sea where life was holy. Th…