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…rls and boys , Her home , their lives : and yet my whisper stirs Into live flame her passion , and deters Her fear from spurning all the day's due joys ." The pudibonderie of the English would call this lust . Indeed , drunken on their own crapulous imagination , choked by their venomous vomit , they cannot see the divine form of Love through the mist of their steam ing sensuality . For what reason did man tie woman to him ? For what reason did he devise the horrors of indissoluble marriage ? And the answer is : that he might ever have at least…
1907 · PDF PAGE 109
THE STONE OF THE PHILOSOPHERS 89 Our best. You want a tender gray, Prepare your palette half the day, Take brush, and find to your surprise The snout of scarlet stab your eyes. Bad art, my boy! I never cared To try the piece again. —We’ve aired Our dinner. By the way, though, here You are. That ’s it! How smooth and clear The moonlight runs from point to hilt! Steel in the end beats silver-gilt! Well, there’s an end of my cigar: The girls will wonder where we are. Strange! how this question of motive deceives historians—and others! said the scho…
1901 · PDF PAGE 29
… ! The sun on the marvellous sea ! And the feast of your freedom is ended, O sons of the free ! Your shouts have gone up to remember The day of your oath to the world. Is its flame dwindled down to an ember ? The flag of your liberty furled ? Your limbs are too strong to dismember— In sloth are they curled ? T 27
1906 · PDF PAGE 59
SAID. THE spears of the night at her onset Are lords of the day for a while, The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile. Afloat are the gales In our slumberous sails On the beautiful breast of the Nile. We have swooned through the midday, exhausted By the lips—they are whips—of the sun, The horizon befogged and befrosted By the haze and the grays and the dun Of the whirlings of sand Let loose on the land By the wind that is born of the sun. 5I
1906 · PDF PAGE 94
LE JOUR DES MORTS. AT Paris upon Dead Man’s Day I danced into the cemetery. The air was cool; the sun was gay; The scent of the revolving clay Made me most wondrous merry. Earth, after an agonizing bout, Had swallowed up a widow clean. The issue hung for long in doubt :— —QOh! anybody can make out The mystery I mean. The dead were dancing with the worms; The live were laughing with their lemans; The dead-alive were making terms With God, and notaries, and germs, With house-agents and demons. 86
1908 · PDF PAGE 71
…h CHRIST We take Thy vows divine. O Thou supremely pure, Cleanse Thou this feeble clay ! Thy grace endure that we endure To that mirific day ! Our virgin brows and pale The holy Crown shall gird. Who took Thy veil shall lift Thy veil And hear the final Word. T 64
1929 · PDF PAGE 80
…ale, part of us is concerned. The analogy is quite perfect. Thus, in my guess at your birth-hour — was not that a test? I will do it all day, and be right five times in six. Further, in the event of error, I will show exactly why I was wrong. It's a case where one is sometimes right to be wrong, as I'll explain one day. Then again, your own clairvoyance; I did not tell you that sort of a Thing to look for; yet you saw it under the same form as I did. You shall practice these things daily with Cyril if you like, always checking your results in a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 168
THE OLD BOTTLE 161 But man the father of God did , for he was naturally bloodthirsty , avaricious , and cruel , and man to -day is but a veneered representative of his forefathers , still suppliant at the feet of the phallic Jahveh : That man to -day should not be weaned Of worshipping so foul a fiend In presence of the living Sun.2 66a But so it is , and so it will be for many a generation yet to come ; cause and effect are but replicas of each other , and if the cause be ignorance , it is useless to look for the wisdom of Solomon in the effec…
1911 · PDF PAGE 71
…h CHRIST We take Thy vows divine. O Thou supremely pure, Cleanse Thou this feeble clay ! Thy grace endure that we endure To that mirific day ! Our virgin brows and pale The holy Crown shall gird. Who took Thy veil shall lift Thy veil And hear the final Word. T 64
1907 · PDF PAGE 221
214 THE STAR IN THE WEST was opened . Or else again , like the present -day Rationalists , they have once more coaxed the Almighty back into his leaden casket , and heaved him out again into the black depths of that ocean of ignorance from which he had been drawn , a bottled “ succedaneum ." Thus Berkeley, by postulating a God , himself showed that reason was wanting ; so the scepticism of Pyrrho was once again applied to the defective mental ma chinery , which burst like a faulty boiler on due pres sure being brought to bear upon it by David H…
1906 · PDF PAGE 86
…embrace we bring to birth A thousand pleasant children born of us, Sacred and sinless, if unsanctified. LETHE. WE have forgotten all the days of fear, The nights of torment when the kiss expired, Lost upon lips with love not overtired, But fearing many things—the after year, The end, the man—O no, not him! the tear, The children’s sorrow, and our own shame fired Not less in doing all that love desired: We have forgotten, surely—being here! We have forgotten every shape of sorrow, Knowing no end to one night’s ecstasy In the night’s kiss from mo…
1907 · PDF PAGE 26
…e, and l clung to his neck as we galloped into the night. Then he told me he would take me to his Palace and show me everything, and one day when we were married I should be mistress of it all. Then I wanted to be married to him at once, and then I saw it couldn’t be, because I was so sleepy and had bad dreams, and one can’t be a good wife if one is always doing that sort of thing. But he said I would be older one day, and not sleep so much, and every one slept a little, but the great thing was not to be lazy and contented with the dreams, so I…
1904 · PDF PAGE 37
… Highlands of Scotland, and no doubt the story of my exploit enlivened many a dull wet night in that dreariest of countries. Anyhow, one day my father came down from his office in a state of appalling excitement, waving a telegram. He masturbated four times in his anxiety to control his feelings, and let us have the news, which when read seemed as bald and colourless as the pee-hole of an albino baby. But there was a hidden mean- ing. The telegram read simply : Self incapacitated by overwork B.lm.r.l commandeered can no more hear you can help m…
1901 · PDF PAGE 106
94 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. The glory of the living day Shall shine among the dead. Thy faith shall have a holier task, thy strength a goodlier stead.” Then I withdrew the light Of mine own Godhead up, As stars that close with broken night Their adamantine cup. I sought the solar airs : my soul on its own tears might sup. For in the vast profound Still burns the rescuing sign ; Beyond all sight and sense and sound The symbol flames divine. For He shall make all life, all death, His solitary shrine.
1929 · PDF PAGE 143
…ose dividualizes me and my nose, affects my nose, disproves my nose, abolishes, annihilates and expunges my nose. I was very alarmed one day to find that I had completely lost the object of concentration. I could not think what I wished to find or where to find it. I naturally thought something was very wrong. Here was an occasion when Allan's experience proved invaluable. Without it, I might have been {247} frightened into giving up the practice. But he told me the result was good, showing that I was approaching the state of what is called "ne…
1904 · PDF PAGE 88
…’s, beauty’s, heroism’s expression, Out from her evolutions hither come, ended the strata of her former themes, Hidden and cover’d by to-day’s, foundation of to-day’s, Ended, deceas’d through time, her voice by Castaly’s fountain Silent the broken-lipp’d Sphynx in Egypt, silent all these century-baffling tombs, Ended for aye the epics of Asia’s, Europe’s helmeted warriors, ended the primitive call of the muses, 76
1907 · PDF PAGE 19
…”; F. cocks his eye warily, and asks if it is not meant for “Mary Magdalene”; G. votes for “The Beetle-Crusher and his Muse,” and so on, day after day, till Z. comes round and recognizes it for Balzac. Rodin shakes him warmly by both hands: Balzac it is for all time—and one ceases to wonder that it was rejected! Now, of course, this paper pellet is in any case very wide of its mark. Rodin can easily sculp himself a tabernacle and go in with Whistler—and even drag in Velasquez: but here am I illustrating, however feebly, the Works, eootry: and p…
1929 · PDF PAGE 179
much as a day-dream of any alternative Future; hers was the restless wretchedness of a morphineuse deprived of the drug. She was, as it were, the place where four winds met; and such a place is dangerous for a ship that is without internal means of propulsion. She sagged, [252] a dismasted derelict, in tow of Cyril Grey; and the rope of love which held her to him strained her creaking timbers. The first evidence of these very indefinite feelings was shown by her unreasonableness. Under the rigid discipline of the ceremonies, she had been too we…
1898 · PDF PAGE 14
… its silence, home. VI. That was my madness. On bright plumage poised I soared, I hovered in the infinite ; Nothing was everything ; the day was night, Dark and deep light together, that rejoiced In their strange wedlock. Marvellously white All rainbows kissed Into one sphere that stood, a circumambient mist. 1 4
1910 · PDF PAGE 83
…es and the lyres ! Follow, o follow, Sweet seed of the sun ! Through the wood, through the hollow, The race is begun That shall fill the day up With the roses of pleasure, The rod — and the cup — And the crown of our treasure ! Sweet are our voices ; Our bodies are bare ; Their spirit rejoices Afloat in the air,