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Page 19 of 1031913 · PDF PAGE 65
…ray is it, that so clear Shines on the pavement ; for a voice of fear It hath , unless it be the breeze that mocks My ear, and waves his old majestic locks About his head . There fell upon my ear ; “ O soul contemplative of distant things , Who hast a poet 's heart , even if thy pen Be dry and barren , who dost hold love dear , Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men ; That they have hope ; for we are happy here ."
1919 · PDF PAGE 196
…, based all their religious ideas in this one con- ception of a Dying and Re-arisen God. This is the central idea of the religion of the Old Zon, but we have left it be- hind us because although it seemed to be based on Nature (and Nature’s symbols are always true), yet we have out- grown this idea which is only apparently true in Nature. Since this great Ritual of Sacrifice and Death was conceived and perpetuated, we, through the observation of our men of science, have come to know that it is not the Sun which rises and sets, but the earth on …
1899 · PDF PAGE 11
…st again ; But he smiled through all his pain : Priestcraft and red tyranny Have ursurped My crown : Children, in my scepter lurks The old fire, with you works All My Strength Immortal, when you tear the lying fabric down. May Mans Spirit yet be great ? Gather power himself to rule, Master circumstance and fate, Laugh for joy and smile for dule, Weep brave tears while lute-strings sob, Clench brave hands when bosoms throb, Till his soul beyond control Break the fetters ; sweep across Worlds and waves on wings, wind-wafted, whiter than the …
1928 · PDF PAGE 184
… Where every evil opens like a flower. You know, o Satan, lord of my grief unsung, I go not down to weep against your power, But like an old tramp in rotting dung Rather would I get drunk with this great whore Whose rank infernal charm preserves me young. And if in sheets obscure she still must snore, A bleary bitch, or like a young girl go Tripping in veils of evening, gold once more, I love you, o my city, in your woe, Sad capital, whose whores and bandits pluck Joys that your blind philistines never know. RALPH CHEEVER DUNNING.
1996 · PDF PAGE 88
…bject of knowledge; but He is not knowable, for He is merely that part of Her which She formulates in order that She may be known. 5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright. Commentary: The “old time” is the /Eon of the Dying God. Some of his rituals are founded on an utterly false metaphysic and cosmogony; but others are based on Truth. We mend these, and end those. This “Knowledge” is the initiated Wisdom of this /Eon of Hor…
1898 · PDF PAGE 15
…orn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now, and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean, these old black streets, a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun, and I Watched his red face pass over, fade away To other streets, and other passengers, Saw him take pleasure where the heathen pray, Saw him relieve the hunter of his furs, All the wide world awaiting him, all folk Glad at his coming, only I must weep : Rise he or sink, my weary eyes invoke 5
1899 · PDF PAGE 149
…ying On the Leny’s thundrous shore! “Thrice three hundred have I smitten With my single arm this day; Now of life my soul is weary, I am old, I pass away. “Grant me this, immortal monarch, _ Such a tomb as ne’er before, Such a tomb as never after - Monarch thought or monarch saw.”
1899 · PDF PAGE 94
…OF ARCHAIS Seamed with wounds, like adamant, shod with iron, Torn by the earthquake. Still through all the stresses of doubtful weather Hold the firm old pinnacles, sky-defying, Still the icy feet of the wind relentless Walk in their meadows. Fields that flower not, blossom in no new spring- tide ; Fields where grass nor herb nor abounding darnel Flourish ; fields more barren, devoid, than oceans Pasture ungarnered. Deserts, stone as arid as sand, savannahs Black with wrecks, a wilderness evil, fruitless ; Still, to me, a land of the bluest he…
1904 · PDF PAGE 49
WHY JESUS WEPT 35 SIR PERCY. And you—how old are you ? ANGELA. That is a rude, rude boy ! SIR PERCY. Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot. ANGELA. I will tell you, though. I am all but twenty-two ! SIR PERCY. That is young yet. ANGELA. Ah, in your eyes I see sadness—I breathe ; I hope. Think deeply in yourself, if you love this girl ! I am older than you, to be sure ; but not so much. May be you would find my love a better thing than you think ! Do I perspire now ? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears ? Is my love a monotonous harping on one word ? Lov…
1905 · PDF PAGE 42
Thy beauty and I ' Are of old even so As lover and lover. Come forth! I invoke thee! the hills are aglow. THE SNOW Bright breasts I uncover, Heart’s heart to thy gaze ; O lyre of my lover, I know thee, thy praise. Black heavens that hover, Blind air that obeys, I come to thee over The mountainous ways As a bride to the bridegroom: I blush, but I come And bow to thee dumb. ORPHEUS O blacker than hell, O bluer than heaven, O green as the dell Lit of sunlight at even! O strong as a spell! O bright as the levin ! Come forth! I invoke thee, O ice, b…
1910 · PDF PAGE 117
… Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will not show my face She drops her veil. Stand back, stand back a space ! She advances toward him.
1913 · PDF PAGE 31
KE@AAH IH DEWDROPS Verily, love is death, and death is life to come. Man returneth not again; the stream floweth not uphill; the old life is no more; there is a new life that is not his. Yet that life is of his very essence; it is more He than all that he calls He, In the silence of a dewdrop is every tendency of his soul, and of his mind, and of his body; it is the Quintessence and the Elixir of his being. Therein are the forces that made him and his father and his father’s father before him. This is the Dew of Immortality. Let this go free, e…
1922 · PDF PAGE 158
…ma. ' The papers are disgusting. It’s the silly season, right enough. Every time one picks one up, there’s something about cocaine. That old fool Platt is on the war-path. He wants to “ arouse public opinion to a sense of the appalling danger which threatens the manhood and womanhood of England.”’ One paper had a long speech of his reported in full. He says it's the plot of the Germans to get even with us.Of course, I’m only a woman and all that ; but it sounds to me rather funny. | We went to tea with Mabel Black. Every one was talking about d…
1922 · PDF PAGE 20
…rget that appalling fact for long enough to give your brain time to recover from the acute symptoms of its disease —that of thinking. My old commander was right. I think a lot too much ; so did Shakespeare. That’s what worked him up to write those wonderful things about sleep. I’ve forgotten what they were; but they impressed me at the time. I said to myself, ‘‘ This old bird knew how dreadful it is to be conscious.”
1922 · PDF PAGE 230
… too, must be a preparation for the new life. I wandered up all alone to the magic room, and sat with my hands on the table opposite the old man, trying to get him to talk. His lips move, but I can’t hear what he says. I was disturbed, of course. I always am being dis- turbed. I am so tired. Why won’t they let me alone ? This time it was a shot. The magic room has windows all around it. I went to see who could have fired. It was very bright moonlight ; but I could see nothing. Then there came another flash and report. I went round to the side i…
1912 · PDF PAGE 39
…Answers his lordly bugle-calls. She rees him an ungainly rede Of ghosts and virgins, doves and wombs, Of roods and prophecies and tombs— Old pagan fables run to seed! Sir Palamede with fury fumes. So doth the Head that jabbers fast Against that woman’s tangled tale. (God’s patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fle…
1907 · PDF PAGE 138
… we call the British public? Before Mafeking night we knew quite well what it was. The female part of it was Mrs. Grundy, the well-known old lady in white cotton stockin , elastic-side boots, stuffy petticoats, and a grim determination to give everyone a bit of her mind. The male gart of it was an idealistic old gentleman of prolific habits with a thetic faith in the ritish constitution, and a habit of locking up the house at ten o’c ock every weekday and at half-past nine on Sunday. This British Androgyne has vanished, and we are ruled instead …
1996 · PDF PAGE 156
…man race by the deliberate artificial protection of the unfit. What has been the net result of our fine “Christian” phrases? In the good old days there was some sort of natural selection; brains and stamina were necessary to survival. The race, as such, consequently improved. But we thought we knew oh! so much better, and we had “Christ’s law” and other slush. So the unfit crowded and contaminated the fit, until Earth herself grew nause ated with the mess. We had not only a war which killed some eight million men, in the flower of their age, p…
1899 · PDF PAGE 12
… That our love has made so fair : Hark, O Heaven ! Hail thy sister, Earth, ex- panding everywhere With the blossom of Gods smile. Hark, old Ouranos, awhile To the music welling up From the sea of molten glass,
1903 · PDF PAGE 49
…of pain, Where the Gods taught me by another spell Not chosen from the armoury of Hell, But given of Mercury to cleanse the stain Of the old planet : thus I wrote me plain Secrets divine—tremendous, terrible ! Thus I forgot my soul and dwelt alone In the strong fortress of the active mind Whose steady flame burned eager in the night ; Yet was some shadow on the starry throne, Some imperfection playing hoodman-blind So that I saw not perfectly aright. 29