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…ir frost overcome her ? Demand of the sun ! That uttermost death of my lady Revealed in the heart of the range Is as light in the groves long shady As peace in the halls of change. The web of the world is rended ; Stayed are the causal mills ; Time is ended ; space unextended. And end of the hills !
…ow knowest thou, then, That it is ever or hath been, Sir Palamede the Saracen?” Sir Palamede was well awake. “Nay! I deliberate deep and long, Yet find no answer fit to make To thee. The weak beats down the strong; The fool’s cap shames the helm. But thou! I know thee for the shade that haunts My way, sets shame upon my brow, My purpose dims, my courage daunts. Then, since the thinker must be dumb, At least the knight may knightly act: The wisest monk in Christendom May have his skull broke by a fact.” With that, as a snake strikes, his sword L…
…is something like twilight; somewhat blue, somewhat rosy. A dream of pleasure at the hour of the eclipse! The articles of furniture have long, low, lan- guid shapes; one would say that they dream; they seem endowed, as vegetables and miner- als are, with a somnambulistic life. The cover- ings speak with the same silent language as flowers, skies, and sunsets. On the walls no artistic abomination; as compared with pure dream, unanalysed im- pression, definite and positive art is a blas- phemy. Here everything has the suffering clearness and the …
…th my work. That, and his use of the Ophidian Vibrations: I don't know which of us is better at it, but I am sure that he must be a very long way ahead of me if he is one of Them. You have already in these pages and elsewhere in my writings examples numerous and varied of the way in which They work. The list is far from complete. The matters of Ab-ul-Diz and of Amalantrah show one method of communication; then there is the way of direct "inspiration," as in the case of "Hermes Eimi" in New Orleans.! Again, They may send an ordinary living man, …
…hat gloom Over and under, and the cold divine Presence of Death bedews the quiet place. She was so gracious; she Was grace. Once, in the long insidious hours that steal Through summer’s pleasant kingdom, she would weave Such songs, such murmurs of the dusky breeze That passed, like silken tapestries that feel The silkier cheeks of maidens as they cleave Tender to patient lovers, for the ease Of lips fulfilled of harmony. |
PARODIES LONG BEFORE DAWN Sweet cunt, if prick were stronger, Arse clear of turds that wrong her, Then two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they. J.T. the root of power, And balls, the bloomless bower. J.T. that stands an hour, And balls that droop a day. From entry to emission When passion melts suspicion, The pot is there to pish on, The paper is there for turds, As fart by fart grows colder, And shit on brows or shoulder Slides sideways now, and smoulder The lusts too sweet for words. This one thing once worth poking God gav…
…UE TO “ GREEN ALPS ” FAREWELL, my book, whose words I have not given One tithe of those fierce fires that in me dwell ! Now, after these long nights that I have striven, Farewell ! My spirit burns to know, but may not tell, Whether thy leaves, by autumn breezes driven, Fly far away beyond the immutable ; Whether thy soul shall find its home in heaven, Or dart far-flaming through the vaults of hell— To him that loveth much is much forgiven. Farewell !
…There was one wrinkled fish- wife who was perfectly delightful: old and worn with a lifetime of toil, she was as cheerful as the day was long; bowed down as she was by her glittering burden, she never failed to stop and wave a hand, and cry "God bless you, pretty lady, and send you safe and happy day!" with the frank warmth of the Italian peasant. The world was a fine place, after all, and Cyril Grey was the dearest boy in it, and herself the happiest woman. [291]
… scorn. His courage is fanatically strong, and his endurance inde‐ fatigable. He is always fighting against odds, and always wins in the long‐the very long‐run. This is principally due to his enormous capacity for work, which he exercises for its own sake, “without lust of result”; perhaps his haughty contempt for the world at large‐which however coexists with profound and ecstatic respect for “every man and every woman” as “a star”—is responsible for this. When this card is badly dignified, the character degenerates. Each of the qualities men‐…
…f I seem calmer, it is but that age has robbed me of the force of passion. In vain you tell me, laughing, that if she ever lived, she is long since dead ; or at least is an old woman, the blonde gold faded, the child-face wrinkled, the body bowed and lax. I laugh at you—at you—for a blaspheming ass. Your folly is too wild to anger me!” “T did not laugh,” said Roderic gravely. “Well,” said the old man, rising, “I fear I have wearied you... I thank you for your patience .. . IknowIl ama mad old fellow. But, if you should happen—you know. Please c…
…f I seem calmer, it is but that age has robbed me of the force of passion. In vain you tell me, laughing, that if she ever lived, she is long since dead ; or at least is an old woman, the blonde gold faded, the child-face wrinkled, the body bowed and lax. I laugh at you—at you—for a blaspheming ass. Your folly is too wild to anger me!” “T did not laugh,” said Roderic gravely. “Well,” said the old man, rising, “I fear I have wearied you... I thank you for your patience .. . IknowIl ama mad old fellow. But, if you should happen—you know. Please c…
The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’ware That, lackeyed b…
…r deep in the green solitudes Of still erect entrancéd woods . 0, in the woods alone lying , Scarce a bough in the wind sighing , Gaze I long with fervid power At leaf and branch and grass and flower , Breathe I breaths of trembling sight Shed from great urns of green delight , Take I draughts and drink them up Poured from many a stalk and cup . 174
…bian tale Enchanted palaces defy the gale, Perched upon airy mountains, on the wing Of genii poised, souls suffering and pale With their long labour: wizard spire and dome That maidens grown magicians had for home, | Where the charmed sword and graven talisman Held them supremely floating on the foam Where cloudier seas innavigably roll, Misty with elemental shape or soul, Thin grey essential nebulz of man, Caught in the mesh of magical control! 130
…She read—and saw me but a beardless boy, Too young to fear, too gentle not to pity, Not overbold ; quite powerless to destroy Her life’s long peace, the ten-year-walléd city. Why be too cruel, check such baby joy? She said “I think the poem very pretty.” RED POPPY.? I HAVE no heart to sing. What offering may I bring, Alice, to thee? My great love's lifted wing Weakens, unwearying, And droops with me, Seeing the sun-kindled hair Close in the face more fair, The sweet soul shining there For God to see. Surely some angel shed Flowers for the maide…
… to wrestle down the hard embrace That grips the thighs of thought. And so he dies To pass beyond ye—whither ? To find God ? All my life long I have gazed, and dreamed, and thought, Unless my thought itself were but a dream, A little, troubled dream, a dream of death Whence I may wake—ah, where ? In some new world Where Consciousness doth touch the Infinite, And all the strivings of the soul be found 13
…eps. Tis Orlando. LUCREZIA. Yes. MONICA. Do up your hair. Give me one kiss. Oh loveliness ! [A knock. Come in ! Come in ! I have waited long. Enter ORLANDO. LUCREZIA. Farewell, Princess ! MONICA. Farewelland see the guard is strong. [Exit LUCREZIA. ORLANDO. The bloodhounds press Hard on my heels. MONICA. Are we safe here ? ORLANDO. They cannot find The secret passage ; have no fear. MONICA. Oh, love is blind. Did you do wisely ? ORLANDO. Stratagem secure. MONICA. Then how Goes the great chance ? ORLANDO. Too well for them, dear love, just now…
… consider convenience and possibility. His circle should not be too small and cramp his movements; it should not be so large that he has long distances to traverse. Once the circle is made and consecrated, the Magician must not leave it, or even lean outside, lest he be de- stroyed by the hostile forces that are without. He chooses a circle rather than any other lineal figure for many reasons; e.g., 1. He affirms thereby his identity with the infinite. 2. He affirms the equal balance of his working; since all points on the circumference are equ…
…DEST PILGRIM. Cling to the Cross, sir, there is hope in that ! TANNHAUSER. You know not, friend, the man to whom you speak. I have lived long in miracles enough, Myself the crowning miracle of all, That Iam merely here. God speed you, sirs! I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith My soul’s own need (though that is dire enough) But—he that blesseth shall himself be blessed ! My blessing were small help to you, my friends. AN INTELLIGENT PILGRIM. For your own reason, give it to us, then! TANNHAUSER. The Blessing of the Lord! May Mary’s self Be…
…sition of your life. “Recall to memory the ceremony of your initiation; learn to bridle your tongue and to govern your passions: and ere long you will have occasion to say: ‘In becoming a M., I truly became the man; and while I breathe will never disgrace a jewel that kings may prize.’ “Tf I live, my son, to reap the fruits of this day’s labour, my happiness will be complete. I will meet death without terror, close my eyes in peace, and expire without a groan, in the arms of a virtuous and worthy M.” XV