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…past ; and it is only when we have lost the body of corruption , that its soul rises sublime purifying all ; our personality purified by death the great Time Soul lies cradled in our own as the four lips of two lovers are in their bridal kiss . Alone by trampling life's grapes do we gain the vintage of the Soul , the Medean draught of rejuvenescence . The whole of this wonderful philosophy the poet sums up in the following two verses of extraordinary and extravagant power : XXVIII . Aubrey attained in sleep when he dreamt this Wonderful dream o…
1930 · PDF PAGE 78
…o revoit against the law which we hâve enacted to govern our lives. To resent destiny is thus to abdicate our sovereignty, and to invoke death. Indeed, we hâve decreed the doom of death for every breach of the law of life. And every failure to incorporate any impression starves the particular faculty which stood in need of it. This Section B invokes Air in the East, with a shaft of golden glory. The adept now invokes Fire in the South; flamc red are the rays that burst from his Verendum. He invokes Water in the West, his Wand billowing forth bl…
1905 · PDF PAGE 238
…. This am TI: This passion, lion-mouthed and adder-eyed. cA mass compressed, a glowing central core, Like molten metal in the crucible ! Death’s secret is some sweetness ultimate, Sweeter than poison. Ah! My very words, Chance phrases, ravel out the tale for me— Sweetness and death — poison and _ love. Consider How this same striving to the Infinite, Which I intend by ‘‘ love,” is likest to 1 A legendary tree in Java, which had the property of poisoning any one who rested in its shade. That journey’s wonder to the womb of death: Because no soul…
1909 · PDF PAGE 131
…uneasy sense of bewilderment; what mattered was that here we were fighting in semi-darkness—the dawn was not fairly lifted— for life and death. “Ten thousand crowns, Monsieur Jean,’ I cried, ‘and my service!’—I gave him my style—‘I see you can be a faithful servant.’ “* Faithful to death!’ he retorted, and I was sorry to have to kill him. “We fenced grimly on. “«But,’ I urged, ‘your mistress is dead. Your duty is to her child, and I am her child’s-——’ “He looked up from my eyes. ‘An omen!’ he cried, pointing to the great statue of St. Michael t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 137
…r to my house. I had begun to suspect some trick of Hell. The malice of that devilish old woman, it might be, had not slept, even at her death. She had hidden the house beneath a magicveil? Or had her death itself in some strange way operated to—to what? Even conjecture paled. “ But magic somewhere there must be, and Eliphaz Levi was the most famous adept in Paris at the time. “T told my story, just as I have told it to you, but with strong passion. “«There is an illusion, master!’ I ended. ‘Put forth the Power, and destroy it!’ “*Were I to des…
1909 · PDF PAGE 131
…uneasy sense of bewilderment; what mattered was that here we were fighting in semi-darkness—the dawn was not fairly lifted— for life and death. “Ten thousand crowns, Monsieur Jean,’ I cried, ‘and my service!’—I gave him my style—‘I see you can be a faithful servant.’ “* Faithful to death!’ he retorted, and I was sorry to have to kill him. “We fenced grimly on. “«But,’ I urged, ‘your mistress is dead. Your duty is to her child, and I am her child’s-——’ “He looked up from my eyes. ‘An omen!’ he cried, pointing to the great statue of St. Michael t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 137
…r to my house. I had begun to suspect some trick of Hell. The malice of that devilish old woman, it might be, had not slept, even at her death. She had hidden the house beneath a magicveil? Or had her death itself in some strange way operated to—to what? Even conjecture paled. “ But magic somewhere there must be, and Eliphaz Levi was the most famous adept in Paris at the time. “T told my story, just as I have told it to you, but with strong passion. “«There is an illusion, master!’ I ended. ‘Put forth the Power, and destroy it!’ “*Were I to des…
1910 · PDF PAGE 113
Ecstasy stronger than Death. 105 1. Death in the East rides a camel, not a white horse. 2. Bedawin — any wanderers. But the home- less necessarily live by robbery. Hence the para- doxes of Socialism. 3. Lit. sharp as [Persian text] zu’l faqar, the sword of Mohammed which he captured on the field of Badr. A sort of Eastern Excalibur, by the usual mythopoetic process. 4. I confess to fantastic license in translation of this curious passage. But some of the words are not Persian or anything else, and two or three seemed me formed in this manner. F…
1913 · PDF PAGE 316
…ildren of liberty. God has shown liberty to man in the image of a lovely woman, and in order to test his courage, He made the phantom of death pass between her and him. Man loved, and felt himself to be God; he gave for her what God had just bestowed upon him—eternal hope. He leapt towards his bride across the shadow of death. Man possessed liberty; he had embraced life. Expiate now thy glory, O Prometheus ! Thy heart, ceaselessly devoured, cannot die; it is thy vulture, it is Jupiter, who will die! One day we shall awake at last from the painf…
1913 · PDF PAGE 553
…ierre and Marat only did what they had to do. Girondins and Montagnards killed each other in the workings of fatality, and their violent deaths were so many necessary catastrophes; at that epoch there was but one great and legitimate execution, really sacred, really expia- tory: that of the King. The principle of royalty would have fallen if that too weak prince had escaped. But a transaction between order and disorder was impossible. One does not inherit from those whom one murders; one robs them; and the Revolution rehabilitated Louis XVI by …
1913 · PDF PAGE 316
…ildren of liberty. God has shown liberty to man in the image of a lovely woman, and in order to test his courage, He made the phantom of death pass between her and him. Man loved, and felt himself to be God; he gave for her what God had just bestowed upon him—eternal hope. He leapt towards his bride across the shadow of death. Man possessed liberty; he had embraced life. Expiate now thy glory, O Prometheus ! Thy heart, ceaselessly devoured, cannot die; it is thy vulture, it is Jupiter, who will die! One day we shall awake at last from the painf…
1913 · PDF PAGE 553
…ierre and Marat only did what they had to do. Girondins and Montagnards killed each other in the workings of fatality, and their violent deaths were so many necessary catastrophes; at that epoch there was but one great and legitimate execution, really sacred, really expia- tory: that of the King. The principle of royalty would have fallen if that too weak prince had escaped. But a transaction between order and disorder was impossible. One does not inherit from those whom one murders; one robs them; and the Revolution rehabilitated Louis XVI by …
1903 · PDF PAGE 26
… wan child Waster by earth and sea, Whose kisses were too free, Too swift and wild ; A Maenad’s floating tress Lost in the wilderness Of death’s or my caress, Discrowned, defiled. 4
1941 · PDF PAGE 7
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.
1907 · PDF PAGE 113
…ime of superstition , let loose their hell - hound voices : —fiend ! atheist ! devil ! are hurled at his head ; kill him ! Crucify him ! death ! death ! But Tannhäuser stands a colossus amid the bursting bubbles of this Stygian mire of corruption , and turn ing to the Landgrave he says : Will they answer you ? My arm is weary as your souls are not Of beastliness : I have drawn my father's sword , Hard as your virtue is the easy sort , Heavy to handle as your loves are light , Smooth as your lies , and sharper than your hates ! I know you ! Cowa…
1907 · PDF PAGE 127
…cent of sacrifice. She knows God’s will, not he! Her ardour licks Flowers from the dust. of breath, Dost rot in worship at the shrine of death! O mystic rapture of the crucifix | O fool! that, heavy EVE. THE serpent glimmered through the primal tree, Full in the gladness of the afterglow ; Its royal head warred ever to and fro, Seeking the knowledge of the doom to be. Eve, in the naked love and liberty She had not bartered yet, moved sad and slow, Serene toward the sunset, murmuring low The tyrant’s curse, the hideous decree. Then she, instruct…
1929 · PDF PAGE 193
…ome presence had indeed been called forth by the words and rites spoken and accomplished. For Hecate is what Scripture calls "the second death." Natural death is to man the greatest of the Sacraments, of which all others are but symbols; for it is the final and absolute Union with the creator, and it is also the Pylon of the Temple of Life, even in the material world, for Death is Love. Certainly the wife of Douglas felt the presence of that vile thing evoked from Tartarus. Its chill struck through to her bones. Nothing had so torn her breast a…
1910 · PDF PAGE 456
80 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT White as a corpse, the hero hails The dawn, that night of fear still shaking His body. All death’s doubt assails Him. Was it sleep or was it waking? “ By God, I care not, I!” (quod he). “Or wake or sleep, or live or dead, I will pursue this mystery. So help me Grace of Godlihead!” Ay! with thy wasted limbs pursue That subtle Beast home to his den! Who knows but thou mayst win athrough, Sir Palamede the Saracen?
1910 · PDF PAGE 456
80 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT White as a corpse, the hero hails The dawn, that night of fear still shaking His body. All death’s doubt assails Him. Was it sleep or was it waking? “ By God, I care not, I!” (quod he). “Or wake or sleep, or live or dead, I will pursue this mystery. So help me Grace of Godlihead!” Ay! with thy wasted limbs pursue That subtle Beast home to his den! Who knows but thou mayst win athrough, Sir Palamede the Saracen?
1910 · PDF PAGE 135
…s First yelp. A vast company of rats issue from her, and rush squeaking into the darkness. MIRIAM God be mine help ! Adrammelek exacts a death For every dance with Astoreth. GOVINDA Cling to the ass-god, quean ! Now while his loud obscene