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…ee ; Were bloody Prodestunts, We run three. Somes appy Cawthlics : Cuckolds an ores They like : in consikence Five they adores. All little buggers Whats gawt any sense Itches on a dildo, And damns the expense. [133]
WHY JESUS WEPT 47 I go, as a tooth torn from a jaw. Expect I quell this folly in a little while And come again — to Paris, said you, sweet ? CARRUTHERS. Leave your mad chatter with that ghastly hag ! You fool, the woman is sixty if an hour. SIR PERCY. My answer to my promised bride is this. He kisses her. So, sir ! To you, this to remember by. He shoots Carruthers in the leg. MOLLY. Oh, Percy, Percy, am I not your love ? SIR PERCY. I am sorry, heartily, Miss Tyson. MOLLY. O ! SIR PERCY. I did indeed speak foolishly. ANGELA, aside. Your purse !
NOTE TO PP 75, 76 Certain of our little-instructed surgical readers have ex- pressed themselves dissatisfied with the explanation given by Sir G. Jobbs. They argue that it requires to be amplified, since the Marquis of Glenstrae must have had normal habits, other wise so pure a poet as Crowley would never have introduced him. This is true ; but Sir R. Burton has pointed out that the outcry against Greek Art comes chiefly from those who are personally incapable of it. Englishmen and Virgins are then like Alpine guides and mountains ; some can’t …
…esting rise And thunder in his weary brain. This time, to slay it or be slain! Too easy task! The charger gains Stride after stride with little pains Upon the lumbering, flapping thing. He stabs the lamb, and splits the brains Of that majestic-seeming king. He clips the wing and pares the claw— What turns to laughter all his joy, To wondering ribaldry his awe? The beast’s a mere mechanic toy, Fit to amuse an idle boy! 39
…esting rise And thunder in his weary brain. This time, to slay it or be slain! Too easy task! The charger gains Stride after stride with little pains Upon the lumbering, flapping thing. He stabs the lamb, and splits the brains Of that majestic-seeming king. He clips the wing and pares the claw— What turns to laughter all his joy, To wondering ribaldry his awe? The beast’s a mere mechanic toy, Fit to amuse an idle boy! 39
…rse of the Forces, which we are now editing and hope to issue separately, interwoven as it is with the Tarot, being, indeed, on one view little more than an amplification and practical application of the Book of Thoth. But we hope that the present venture will attract scholars from all quarters, as when the wounded Satan leaned upon his spear, ‘‘ Forthwith on all sides to his aid was run By angels many and strong,” and that in the course of time a far more satisfactory volume may result. Many columns will seem to the majority of people to consi…
…y dragged Iliel into the cleft of the rock. It was very, very dark inside, and she tripped over loose stones. Then the Old Lady opened a little door, and she found herself standing on a narrow window-ledge. The door shut fast behind her, almost pushing her out. Beyond the ledge was nothing but the Abyss of Stars. She was seized with an enormous vertigo. She would have fallen into that cruel emptiness, but the Old Lady's voice came: "What I said outside was nonsense, just to put the Gwalkins off the trail, my dear; there is only one rule, and th…
…` My father is the Grand Master of the Temple, and he will come and cut all your heads off. LAYLAH [goes down io her]. Thou preposterous little curd of sour milkl Thy father is dead] I saw the Banner of the Temple snap like a dry twig. My brave son Sliman cut it at a single blow. He will whip home the dogs, your friends, and you shall be his toy to play with and break and make sport of. He will twist your skinny arm—sol [She ent/ches the child's wrist, twists if, anu' makes her scream. Spindle—legged little spider I [The child 62765 her των.] V…
…` My father is the Grand Master of the Temple, and he will come and cut all your heads off. LAYLAH [goes down io her]. Thou preposterous little curd of sour milkl Thy father is dead] I saw the Banner of the Temple snap like a dry twig. My brave son Sliman cut it at a single blow. He will whip home the dogs, your friends, and you shall be his toy to play with and break and make sport of. He will twist your skinny arm—sol [She ent/ches the child's wrist, twists if, anu' makes her scream. Spindle—legged little spider I [The child 62765 her των.] V…
…h actress body in the village I In the Village o' Houghmagandie! DOSE, Ha! Ha! Ha! Iwasjust going to tellyou about it, Meek, It’s a dear little Russian girl, a friend of my wife's. She’s had a tremendous season in Paris—they went mad over her—so we suggested her coming up here for a rest. She wouldn't stay with uswpoor child, she has to practise eight hours a day I—so we got her the room over Awl’s, and she comes to the Surgery for meals. My wife‘s bringing her up to the Manse to call on Monday. ΜΕΕΚ. Oh! Oh! There, Elder, you see it‘s all righ…
…h actress body in the village I In the Village o' Houghmagandie! DOSE, Ha! Ha! Ha! Iwasjust going to tellyou about it, Meek, It’s a dear little Russian girl, a friend of my wife's. She’s had a tremendous season in Paris—they went mad over her—so we suggested her coming up here for a rest. She wouldn't stay with uswpoor child, she has to practise eight hours a day I—so we got her the room over Awl’s, and she comes to the Surgery for meals. My wife‘s bringing her up to the Manse to call on Monday. ΜΕΕΚ. Oh! Oh! There, Elder, you see it‘s all righ…
XIX. These little common sins may lead my lust To more deceitful vices, to the deeds At whose sweet name the side of Jesus bleeds In sympathy new-nurtured by the trust Of man’s forgiveness that his passion breeds— These petty crimes ! God grant they grow intense in newer, worthier times ! XX. Yet—shall I make me subject to a pang So horrible ? O God, abase me still ! Break with Thy rod my unrepentant will, Lest Hell entrap me with an iron fang ! Grind me, most high Jehovah, in the mill That grinds so small ! Grind down to dust and powder Pride …
…it. He wandered in a forest dim. A woodcutter encountered him Where a felled oak required his wit. This man with a light axe did lop The little branches at the top. Then said the poet: ‘‘ Thus why tax Your force? This double-handed axe Were better laid to the tree-trunk.” ** Friend, are you natural, or drunk?” Replied the woodsman; ‘leaf and twig Divert the impact of the big Axe; chop them first, the trunk is fit For a fair aim, a certain hit, 31
…ring free, The calm great courage of new art, refined In nervous majesty, indwells behind The beauty of each radiant harmony. Titan! the little centuries drop back, Back from the contemplation. Stand and span With one great grip his cup, the Zodiac! Distil from all time’s art his wine, the truth! Drink, drink the mighty health—an age’s youth— Salut, Auguste Rodin! Here is a man. 11
…ike his friends wrap an holy Turk in, When he twirls on his toes Regarding his nose Or his paunch that would hold a firkin ! THE HAG The little beast is double-jointed. Dance a spring, thou springal strutting Like a stag in the glades at the season of rutting ! ALEXANDER Dance, o thou imp Of the bottle of brass With the hag and the pimp And the ox and the ass !
…ances Cornford . YOUTH . A YOUNG Apollo , golden -haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife , Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life . THE CERTAIN KNOT OF PEACE . SO , my proud soul , so you , whose shining force Had galloped with me to eternity , Stand now , appealing like a tired horse : Unharness me . O passionate world ; O faces of my friends ! O half - grasped meanings , intricate and deep ! Sudden , as with a child , the tumult ends , Silenced by sleep . PRE - EXISTENCE . I LAID me down upon the shore And dreamed a …
THE SIRE DE MALETROIT’S DOOR 77 ALAIN, This gentleman drank a little too much for dinner. DENYS. Nay, by St. Denys, not enough, else had F been now along under Cousin Henri’s table, and not in this house of maniacs and men-at-arms, and beauties in distress. Oh, pardon me, I am rude. [W2th lively gal- lantry.| Mademoiselle! I wrong myself when I forget myself: what I would say is that if the arm or brain of Denys de Beaulieu can save you, it isat your disposal [starts: but sertous, struck|—I mean—[Aside.] St. Denys, what a coil is here! Is it po…
THE EQUINOX a “Péche Melba”? You are not a “trivial” Mrs. Warren; what do you mean by “plumping down” before me this “little bit of fluff”? Now don’t be too bored or too serious, Joseph, be a good fellow even towards those who are unlike you, for a good heart is worth a dozen good heads and heaven only knows how many bad ones. Eat your “scoff” and enjoy it; give the girl a kiss—even if among the boats; and shake hands with the Chaplain— after all he probably agreed with you over the Boulter Case. Here surely is a link between you! Drop the “ins…
THE EQUINOX a “Péche Melba”? You are not a “trivial” Mrs. Warren; what do you mean by “plumping down” before me this “little bit of fluff”? Now don’t be too bored or too serious, Joseph, be a good fellow even towards those who are unlike you, for a good heart is worth a dozen good heads and heaven only knows how many bad ones. Eat your “scoff” and enjoy it; give the girl a kiss—even if among the boats; and shake hands with the Chaplain— after all he probably agreed with you over the Boulter Case. Here surely is a link between you! Drop the “ins…
WHY JESUS WEPT 67 GLENSTRAE. Well enough — a little rheumatic, perhaps. H’m ! ANGELA. And the dear Marchioness ? GLENSTRAE. Oh, very sad — there — there ! She has had to be, ah ! — er — under treatment. ANGELA. Dear, dear, how very sad ! Hullo ! Look here on this picture and on that ! (Molly and Sir Percy are discovered.) GLENSTRAE. Oh ! Ah ! I think I must go on. I have an appoint- ment at the club. SIR PERCY. Yet your lordship walks East. MOLLY. Oh, I am not revengeful. Give me a fiver, my Lord Mar- quis, and we’ll call it square. SIR PERCY. …