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Page 23 of 1231909 · PDF PAGE 162
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1905 · PDF PAGE 53
…nd, at that moment when thy breath mixes with mine, like wine, to call Each memory, one merged into all, to kiss, to sleep, to mate with death !
1905 · PDF PAGE 20
15 And light, shown ever as silence and deep night Secret as death and final. Let me long Never again for aught ! This great delight Involves me, weaves me in its pattern of bliss, Seals me with its own kiss, Draws me to thee with every dream that glows, Poet, each word ; maiden, each burden of snows Extending beyond sunset, beyond dawn ! O Rose, inviolate, utterly withdrawn In the truth : for this is truth : Love knows ! Ah ! Rose of the World ! Rose ! Rose !
1929 · PDF PAGE 148
…alized himself as a silly old man, whose weakness and pliability in the hands of evil men had made him their accomplice. And he saw that death, grasped now, might save him. Brother Onofrio still smiled. "I invoke the return of the current!" cried Vesquit aloud; and thus, uniting justice with self-sacrifice, he died the death of the righteous. The image of Brother Onofrio faded away. The great operation of necromancy had come to naught. Yet the writing remained; and, nearly a day later, when Abdul Bey came to himself, it was the first thing that…
1939 · PDF PAGE 7
…and afloat on the tide. I accept every phantom of Mind, vain dreams in fatuity curled; I accept the corruption of Body, delight to bring Death to the world. In measureless madness I bask, I gloat upon carrion flesh. I wallow with God in the mire, and of mire I create Him afresh. There is naught, nor shall be, that my love cannot gnaw with insatiate tooth: I will wring forth the Truth from the lies as I once found the lies in the Truth. Astarte, I know thee for rotten as others have seen thee for pure; I tear off the mask that smiled false on th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 242
…Whom I sought through ages of deep sleep 1 Lilith, among other shapes, can assume that of a scorpion. Forgotten when I died. There is no death: Change alternating ; and forgetfulness Of one state in the other—easy truth I could not understand ! Oh hear me, hear ! Spare me the last illusion !—She is gone! VENUS. Save me, my knight! To thy sufficing arms I cling in this distress of womanhood ! TANNHAUSER, Kiss me the last time. VENUS. Whom have I but thee, Thee in the ages? Barren were my bliss And shorn my Godhead of eternal joy, Barred from thy…
1905 · PDF PAGE 104
…ly, by slow compulsion Into the slipping sand, and vanishing, Whereon we sawa little boat appear, And in it such a figure as we knew Was Death. But she, intolerant of delay, Hailed him. The vessel floated to our feet, And Death was not. She leapt within, and bent Her own white shoulders to the thwart, and bade Me steer, and keep stern waich with sword unsheathed For fear of something that her soul had seen Above. And thus upon the oily black Silent swift river we sailed out to reach Its source, no longer feeling as compelled, But led by some in…
1906 · PDF PAGE 90
… leapt upon a breach and laughed A royally maniac man. A bitter craft Is mine, he saith, O soldiers of Japan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a gilded bed In the city without the city. 82
1910 · PDF PAGE 138
130 The ruling passion strong in death. 4. We do not know whether this can possibly have any reference to a local custom. In Egypt the rising of Sirius heralded various obscene religious festivals. Our own view is that the best signal for beginning a love-affair is the rising of — but no matter ! 5. Shaitan — Satan. It is however a generic name for an evil spirit. 6. Lion. The Persian, with the Scot and the Cingalee, claims a lion for his emblem.
1906 · PDF PAGE 206
…f as a candidate. Sink, I beseech you, these sectarian differences, and combine to declare me at least Anathema Maranatha. 602. Panys of Death,”—Dr. Maudsley de- mands a panegyric upon death. It is true that evolution may bring us a moral sense of astonishing delicacy and beauty. But we are not there yet. A talented but debauched Irishman bas composed the following, which I can deplore, but not refute, for this type of man is probably more prone to repro- duce his species than any other. He called it ‘*Summa Spes.”’ I. Existence being sorrow, T…
1904 · PDF PAGE 83
…ve. “ An’ when ’e tell the story now, ’"E seem to gasp fur want of breath— Yes, mister, Sawbones ses as ’ow ’E wean’t be better till ’is death ; ‘Unto ’is grave,’ ’e ses, ses ’e, ‘A ruin’ stummick’s what ’e be!’”
1906 · PDF PAGE 56
…‘*All is a dream!” the wise man spake. Who grasp the bubble find it break. Aye, to all three the saga saith: There is no joy in life but death. There is this limit set to lust: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. O fools and blind that sickly strive To amass, to glut yourselves, to swive, 46
1907 · PDF PAGE 102
96 GARGOYLES IMAGES OF DEATH PROLOGUE. PATCHOULI. LIKE memories of love they come, My perfumes in the silver vase: The fragrant root, the odorous gum, Myrrh, aloes, or olibanum :— Anon, like memories of love, they pass ! They pass, and all the wonder-web Of thought and being is unrolled. Like sombre tides there flow and ebb Wonderful things ! not to be told: Beautiful things ! and images of gold. The touch of brown Habiba’s breast, The brimming lip, the cheek of down, The dainty dovelet in its nest : These fade, as ever a palimpsest Like autumn…
1907 · PDF PAGE 281
274 THE STAR IN THE WEST For the old gods indeed go down to death , But the new gods arise from rottenness . 1 2 The pantheistic idea , which is so near akin to the agnostic , we find set in the fine prayer of Jephthah , and still more so in the final words of Tannhäuser : I say , then “ I ”; and yet it is not “ I ” Distinct , but “ I " incorporate in All.3 It further finds development in the last four lines of “ Ode to Poesy ”: No man, No petty god , but One who governs all , Slips the sun's leash , perceives the sparrow's fall , Too high for …
1904 · PDF PAGE 65
…f as a candidate. Sink, I beseech you, these sectarian differences, and combine to declare me at least Anathema Maranatha. 602. Pangs of Death.70—Dr. Maudsley de- mands a panegyric upon Death. It is true that evolution may bring us a moral sense of astonishing delicacy and beauty. But we are not there yet. A talented but debauched Irishman has composed the following, which I can deplore, but not refute, for this type of man is probably more prone to repro- duce his species than any other. He called it “Summa Spes.” I. Existence being sorrow, Th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 159
…t basis for blackmail , enabling man to buy off the terrors of hell through the medium of the priest who held the keys of heaven : still death reigns , and God and priests are fed , Man's blood for wine , man's flesh for meat and bread .? And these priests are not dead yet . As the human race throve so did their gods , the old savage of man's early thoughts grew , and growing became more evil , as their gods so were men , and as men so were their gods , the one continually acting and reacting on the other : Of obscene deities and apish men , Ri…
1909 · PDF PAGE 136
… latter day upon the earth. For I am He that liveth, and was dead; and behold! I am alive for evermore, and have the Keys of Hell and of Death. I am Amoun the Sun in His rising; I have passed from darkness into Light. Iam Asar Un—nefer the Perfected One. I am the Lord of Life, triumphant over death. . . . There is no part of me that is not of the Gods. . . . The dead man Ankh-af-na-khonsu Saith with his voice of truth and calm : 0h Thou that hast a single arm ! Ο Thou that glitterest in the moon ! I weave Thee in the spinning charm ; 1 lure The…
1917 · PDF PAGE 3
…irling cries of pride, sought out the tomb Where lurking vampires battened, and my steel Fhas wrought its splendour through the gates of death, ‘My courage did not falter: now I feel My heart beat wave-wise, and my throat catch breath Asif [choked; some horror creeps between ‘The spirit of my will and its desire, Some just reluctance to the Great Unseen ‘That coils its nameless terrors, and its dit Fear round my heart ; a devil cold as ice Breathes somewhere, for I feel his shudder take ‘My veins: some deadlier asp or cockatrice Slimes in my se…
1961 · PDF PAGE 197
… Politt of Kendal; Oscar Eckenstein of the Mountain discovered Manhood in me, teaching me to endure Hardship, and to dare many Shapes of Death; also he nurtured me in Concentration, the Art of the Mystics, but without Lumber of Theology. Allan Bennett bestowed upon me the right Art of Magic, and Our Holy Qabalah, with a great Treasure of Learning in many Matters, but especially concerning Egypt, and Asia, the Mysteries of their Arcane Wisdom. But of Cecil Jones had I the Great Gift of the Holy Magick of Abramelin, and he inducted me into that O…
1941 · PDF PAGE 11
Though ruin wash the world in blood, Though death devour, though time decay, Let but our hearts hold brotherhood, And this they shall not take away. Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. Stand! and join hands! and let us sing! Shake out Old Glory to the Skies! With heart and hand defiant fling Our purpose against Destinys. Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? So let it be! In God we trust. Amen.