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Page 2 of 1971911 · PDF PAGE 33
…balon the Mother of Abominations, the bride of Chaos, that rideth upon our Lord the Beast. 2. Thou shalt drain out thy blood that is thy life into the golden cup of her fornication. 3. Thou shalt mingle thy life with the universal life. Thou shalt keep not back one drop. 4. Then shall thy brain be dumb, and thy heart beat no more, and all thy life shall go from thee; and thou shalt be cast out upon the midden, and the birds of the air shall feast upon thy flesh, and thy bones shall whiten in the sun. 5. Then shall the winds gather themselves tog…
1911 · PDF PAGE 33
…balon the Mother of Abominations, the bride of Chaos, that rideth upon our Lord the Beast. 2. Thou shalt drain out thy blood that is thy life into the golden cup of her fornication. 3. Thou shalt mingle thy life with the universal life. Thou shalt keep not back one drop. 4. Then shall thy brain be dumb, and thy heart beat no more, and all thy life shall go from thee; and thou shalt be cast out upon the midden, and the birds of the air shall feast upon thy flesh, and thy bones shall whiten in the sun. 5. Then shall the winds gather themselves tog…
1910 · PDF PAGE 111
…ronger than Death. 103 XXVII THE CAMEL RIDER1 The camel-rider swoops across the desert, with his howling Jinn, To wreck and ravage human life ; insufferable Be- dawin !2 But shall he ravish thee from me ? I see the camel check and kneel, Vanquished by dread of the Unknown, appalled by fear of the Unseen ! To Death is Love inpregnable ; to Love seems Death desirable, Fixing the lightning flash of life and making per- mament the scene. The Zahid looks from Life to Death ; The Sufi gath- ers Death from Life ; Thy podex ’twixt thy buttocks lies, th…
1906 · PDF PAGE 101
… As if he cried for breath. Whereat the second beat his breast And frowned upon the West. Then the man sighed, as if to say: The glow of life is gone away. At this the rusty and wroth released His eyes against the East. Then the man touched his navel, as He felt his life thence pass. Also he smote his spine; the base Of life burnt up apace. Then rose the many-coloured sage; He was right sad with age. 93
1907 · PDF PAGE 149
…ound lover feasts off the agony of her last victim , which still moistens her blood -red lips : His death lends savour to our passionate life ; His is the heart I taste upon your tongue ; His death -spasms our love -spasms , my wife ; His death -songs are the love -songs that you sung ! Ah ! Sweet , each kiss I drink from you is warm With the dear life -blood of a man-a man ! The scent of murder lures me , like a charm Tied by some subtlety Canidian . Ay ! as you suck my life out into bliss, Its holier joy is in the deadlier thirst That drank h…
1905 · PDF PAGE 150
…abide. Timid and fleet the earth Comes rushing back to birth, Brighter and greener, radiant with gold Of a diviner sun, An exaltation Of life to life, of light to light untold. I? I remain, and see Across eternity My lover’s face, and gaze, and know the worth Of love’s life to the glowing earth, The kiss that wakes all life unto a better birth. So the swoon broke. I saw the face (Shining with Love's reverberate grace) 151
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
…rt from me, surely makes thee live Foor ever, from mine aris a fugitive. (1) Red light and mirrored roses! Is the world A mirror only of life? Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voices can I see White fles…
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
…rt from me, surely makes thee live Foor ever, from mine aris a fugitive. (1) Red light and mirrored roses! Is the world A mirror only of life? Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voices can I see White fles…
1905 · PDF PAGE 122
…Half felt its fellow gather close, Yet stirred not : now the intruder moves, Turns the tune slowlier to grave rows Of palm trees, losing life in loves Less turbid than the mildest dream That ever stirred the stream Whereon night floats, a shallop faint, Ivory and silver bow and beam, Dim-figured with the images Divinely quaint Of gold engraved, forth shadowing sorceries. So the king dreamed of love : and passing on The shape moved quicker, winnowing with faint fans The soundless air of thought : the noonday sun Seemed to the mightiest of a thou…
1912 · PDF PAGE 109
…te the glamoured knight? Yea! the song takes a sea-wild swell ; The dance moves in a mystic web; Strange lights abound and terrible; The life that flowed is out at ebb. The lights are gone; the night is come; The lads and lasses sink, awaiting Some climax—oh, how tense and dumb The expectant hush intoxicating! Hush! the heart’s beat! Across the moor Some dreadful god rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! T…
1910 · PDF PAGE 25
… strange experience Worth all the woes of sense, Some drop of nectar worth a world of wine, Some grace of One divine Worth more than all lifes grace, and more than life intense. Was there a wonder if the silken boy Found her a-playing on the bluebell marge And drank from golden vats the wine of joy ; Hot, eager, overcoming in her breath, As she would draw him to those large And firm white breasts and mix her liquid life With his in pagan strife ? Or with a grace like God, a stealth like love, Pour on him from above Wine from the purple vats of…
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
10 For the bare-legged village-boy, is to the Sun, The Sire of Life. The Lover and the Wife, Sun-canopied, ignore. The people hear ; Then, be the people smitten of grey Fear, It is no odds ! I have seen the eternal Gods Sit, star-wed, in old Egypt by the Nile ; The same calm pose, the inscrutable, wan smile, On every lip alike. Time hath not had his will to strike At them ; they abide, they pass through all. Though their most ancient names may fall, They stir not nor are weary of Life, for with them, even as with us, Life is but Love. They …
1899 · PDF PAGE 58
…s Of thunder-smitten stone, as motionless As Fate she sat, in manifold distress, Awaiting and awaiting aye the same One strong desire of life, that never came ; And made a song, so passionate, the cave Told its dear secret to the clinging wave As she sang thus. The sky a solemn echo gave. SONG OF ARCHAIS O Kill me with the Purple of Your Mouth ! And Slay me with the Gold of Your Forehead ! And bring me with you to the swarthy south ! And bury me in your desires bed ! Mine you shall be in life, in death, in dream, Mine in the years that are, an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 68
Emotion fills our souls, And love delights us well, And joy of sense full rolls; But leads us, and controls Life’s central citadel. Whence we were drawn who knows? Of law or Gods or chance? But, as life’s river flows, What Sea shall clasp and close Beyond blind circumstance? Such little power we own Of vague experience, And instinct to enthrone The life’s mere needs alone, Nor answer “why” and “ whence. Nor wandering in the night Our minds may apprehend Reflecting in pure light Of soul, what sound or sight May lead us to some end. We hear the d…
1910 · PDF PAGE 479
…te the glamoured knight? Yea! the song takes a sea-wild swell ; The dance moves in a mystic web; Strange lights abound and terrible; The life that flowed is out at ebb. The lights are gone; the night is come; The lads and lasses sink, awaiting Some climax—oh, how tense and dumb The expectant hush intoxicating! Hush! the heart’s beat! Across the moor Some dreadful god rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! T…
1910 · PDF PAGE 479
…te the glamoured knight? Yea! the song takes a sea-wild swell ; The dance moves in a mystic web; Strange lights abound and terrible; The life that flowed is out at ebb. The lights are gone; the night is come; The lads and lasses sink, awaiting Some climax—oh, how tense and dumb The expectant hush intoxicating! Hush! the heart’s beat! Across the moor Some dreadful god rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! T…
1928 · PDF PAGE 151
…themselves capable of so stern an action, ex- plicable enough as it was. Then they sent the waiter for fresh bottles to kill time, whose life is so hard; and quicken life, which flows so slowly.
1930 · PDF PAGE 53
…ible and sensible of whom this earth is but a frozen spark turning about thee with annual and diurnal motion, source of light, source of life, let thy perpétuai radiance hearten us to continuai labour and enjoyment; so that as we are constant partakers of thy bounty we may in our particular orbit give out light and life, sustenance and joy to them that revolve about us without diminution of substance or effulgence for ever. The PEOPLE. So mote it be. (THE LORD) The DEACON. Lord secret and most holy, source of light, source of life, source of lo…
1930 · PDF PAGE 55
…CON. Mother of fertility on whose breast. lieth water, whose cheek is caressed by air, and in whose heart is the sun’s fire, womb of ail life, recurring grâce of seasons, answer favourably the prayer of labour, and to pastors and husbandmen be thou propitious. The PEOPLE. So mote it be. (THE PRINCIPLES) The DEACON. Mysterious energy triform, mysterious Matter, in fourfold and sevenfold division ; the interplay of which things weave the dance of the Veil of Life upon the Face of the Spirit, let there be harmony and beauty in your mystic loves, t…
1907 · PDF PAGE 82
… kind . ? A true wife , that is a woman whose very soul palpitates in harmony with that of her husband or lover , is the greatest joy of life. Burns sang : To make a happy fireside clime For weans and wife, Is the true pathos and sublime Of human life . And from the other side of the sphere the melodious lines of Kalidasa reverberate with the same perfection of pure wifehood . In the Raghuvancha the step mothers of Rama greet Sita thus , when she blames herself for the misfortunes which befell her husband : Dear daughter , rise ! (So said they)…