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Page 20 of 1281901 · PDF PAGE 74
62 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. They are all caught in this immense desire Deeper than heaven, tameless as the fire. All catch the fear—the fear of Her—as well, And dare not—even afraid, I must aspire. A spirit walking in a dream, I went To the high throne—they shook the firmament With foolish cheers. I knelt before the queen And wept in silence. Then, as it had been An angel’s voice and touch, her face she bent, Lifted and kissed me—oh ! her lips were keen ! Her voice was softer than a virgin’s eyes : “ Go ! my true knight : for thither, thither lies T…
1898 · PDF PAGE 20
… fashion : “ All Night ” and “ Victory ”, among others, are obviously inspired by her beauty ; and her devotion to him, the abasement of soul, the prostitution of body, she underwent for and with him, is one of the noblest stories life has known. She seems to have dived with him, yet ever trying to raise his soul from the quagmire ; if God is just at
1905 · PDF PAGE 39
…wards still my mind Must track the intangible and blind, And seeking, shall securely find Hidden in secret places Fresh feasts for every soul that strives, New life for many mystic lives, and strange new forms and faces. My mind still searches, and attains By many days and many pains To That which Is and Was and reigns Shadowed in four and ten,! And loses self in sacred lands, And cries and quickens, and understands Beyond the first Amen.” THE ALCHEMIST. THIS POEM WAS INTENDED AS THE PRO- LOGUE ‘YO A PLAY—AT PRESENT UN- FINISHED.? An old tower,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 148
AMBERGRIS 139 O poets ! O masters ! O lovers ! Sweet souls of the strength of the sun ! The couch of eternity covers Our loves, and our dreams are as done. Reality closes Our life into roses ; We are infinite space : we are one. There is one that hath sought me and found me In the heart of the sand and the snow : He hath caught me, and held me, and bound me, In the lands where no flower may grow His voice is a spell, Hath enchanted me well ! I am his, and I will it or no. But I will it, I will it, I will it ! His speck of a soul in its cars Sha…
1938 · PDF PAGE 14
traces in my flesh the words of the cry that I cannot utter aloud, the call of the Soul to the Soul of the Master, to be made one with Him. To answer that, He sendeth forth His Will, that, casting shadows on the clouds of Life, may be half read by him whose eyes are lightened enough by the manhood of his love. Thus then do I learn how best to make myself fit to fulfil my Life, in the Life of the Master, and offer my blood to His Heart. 0. Know Naught! All ways are lawful to Innocence. Pure folly is the Key to Initiation. Silence breaks into Rap…
1913 · PDF PAGE 230
…hattered, and is riven The chord that binds the spirit to the flesh: I sing because the notes have sought so long, And found at last one soul serene and fresh To bear the burden of eternal song. So for this hour of song I have tuned my lyre Unto the Rose of the Immortal Fire. (x) When I am faded into nothingness, And thou of whomI sing art earth and dust; And when the soul I bear for my distress Is faded in the sun; when love and lust Are nothing to us, dear—my songs shall tell Of all thou wast to those who knew not thee: In the immortal groves…
1913 · PDF PAGE 230
…hattered, and is riven The chord that binds the spirit to the flesh: I sing because the notes have sought so long, And found at last one soul serene and fresh To bear the burden of eternal song. So for this hour of song I have tuned my lyre Unto the Rose of the Immortal Fire. (x) When I am faded into nothingness, And thou of whomI sing art earth and dust; And when the soul I bear for my distress Is faded in the sun; when love and lust Are nothing to us, dear—my songs shall tell Of all thou wast to those who knew not thee: In the immortal groves…
1919 · PDF PAGE 76
… the sea; the ships tremble and shudder; the shipmaster is afraid. 61. That is thy drunkenness, O holy one, and the winds whirl away the soul of the scribe into the happy haven. 62. O Lord God! let the haven be cast down by the fury of the storm! Let the foam of the grape tincture my soul with Thy light! 63. Bacchus grew old, and was Silenus; Pan was ever Pan for ever and ever more throughout the eons. 64. Intoxicate the inmost, O my lover, not the outermost! 65. So was it—ever the same! I have aimed at the peeled wand of my God, and I have hit…
1912 · PDF PAGE 107
…The juices of Cathay. MORTADELLO. Ah ! you are on the track. Tis the white poppy holds poison and death. MONICA. Ah, well ! The whitest soul enfolds all mysteries of hell. ALESSANDRO. Ah ! theres a mystics truth. MONICA. Saint Paul infers the same. All beauty and all youth but feed the eternal flame. Saints know, and only saints, the horrors of the soul, Its foul and fiery taints, its nigromancers scroll. Kneel, and love God. Enough if you would fathom hell ! The Path is straight and rough. MORTADELLO. If only it end well. For me the easy w…
1911 · PDF PAGE 314
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1911 · PDF PAGE 314
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1905 · PDF PAGE 95
…some thrice the turn of the tides, The mutinous fame, the terror of the royal Minotaur, That our loves may make a mirror of the dreadful soul of war ! For love is an equal soul, and shares an equal breath. I am nought—and thou the whole ? It were not love, but Death. Give me thy life and strength, let us struggle for mastery, As the long shore’s rugged length that battles with the sea. I am thine, I am thine indeed ! My form is vaster grown, And our limbs and lips shall bleed on the starry solar throne. My life is made as thine ; my blessing an…
1913 · PDF PAGE 270
… too deep for tears, so there are books which it would be sacrilege to review. This is one of them. But one may say that in spite of the soul-moving pathos of the subject and the naive brilliance of treatment, the most interesting aspect of the whole is the wonderful self-revelation of La Bellissima Contessa, as all those who know her call her to distinguish her from other countesses. She is indeed the antithesis of Oscar Wilde—a ‘ marvellous masculine soul in the feminine brain building,’ and in this little masterpiece it is the soul which spe…
1913 · PDF PAGE 270
… too deep for tears, so there are books which it would be sacrilege to review. This is one of them. But one may say that in spite of the soul-moving pathos of the subject and the naive brilliance of treatment, the most interesting aspect of the whole is the wonderful self-revelation of La Bellissima Contessa, as all those who know her call her to distinguish her from other countesses. She is indeed the antithesis of Oscar Wilde—a ‘ marvellous masculine soul in the feminine brain building,’ and in this little masterpiece it is the soul which spe…
1912 · PDF PAGE 34
…rothèd brideathwart her corpse I stride ! Hide there beneath the porch ! Ill strike upon the bell, Kindle the fatal torch to light her soul to hell. [He strikes the bell. MAGDALENA appears at the window, dressed. My Magdalena ! You are ready ? Loves the tune ! Bare me your beauty to the night and the lagoon ! MAGDALENA. I am ready. [She disappears. ORLANDO. To meet God ! your sulky soul must glide In a darker boat than mine, and cross a colder tide. [MAGDALENA opens the door, and comes out. MAGDALENA. See ! but a silken shawl between you and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 217
…yer, as incense teems Skyward, to those immeasurable streams ! Breathe the creative Sigh upon my mouth That even the body may become the soul: Cry, as the chainéd Eagle of the South, ‘* A house of death,” ! and make my spirit whole! Touch with pure balm the five mysterious wounds ! Come! come away! but not your mighty sounds !2 O wind of all the world! O silent river ! O sea of seas! O flower of all the flowers O fire! O spirit! Beam thou on for ever Through zons of illimitable hours ! Kiss thou my forehead, let thy tender breath Woo me to life…
1928 · PDF PAGE 105
…t super-human pleasure, had in- terrupted at different intervals our frequent li- bations, and I must tell you that I played and lost my soul in a rubber with heroic careless- ness and lightness. The soul is so impalpable a thing, so often useless, and sometimes so troublesome, that at this loss I experienced lit-
1907 · PDF PAGE 321
…ht , an inner voice , a perfume, a savour , an em brace of a kind which does not leave the inmost of myself . There in the depths of the soul glows something which is not in space, there a word is heard which has no syllables : thence there breathes a perfume which no breezes waft away : there food is always savoured and never eaten : there are embraces which never ask to end . . . Some times , O God , you create a state of soul in me so extra ordinary , and you fill me with so intimate a joy , that , if it lasted , all life would be different …
1928 · PDF PAGE 162
… I was sure of it. See, there is Z, the man who said to his students in speaking of X, This monster who bears the blackness of his soul upon his face just because he did not agree with him. How one laughed at that in the Medical School long ago!You will remem- ber? Ah, there is K, who denounced to the Government the rebels who were in his care at the hospital. It was when the riots were on. How is it possible that so handsome a man should have had so mean a soul? And here now is W, a famous English doctor. I picked him up while he w…
1908 · PDF PAGE 35
AMPHORA O bring us swiftly to the waters Of peace ; our souls in joyance bring, As we adore, Thy sons and daughters, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Thy seven sacraments deliver That so Thy sorrows may not sting ! O lead us upward to the river Of our anointed King ! With these desires my life be laden ! These two adore, my soul ! and sing ! Mary, Thou mildest mother-maiden, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Amen. 28