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Page 29 of 671906 · PDF PAGE 95
… As to have murdered an old man, and him Thy father’s brother? JASON. Justice covers all. The Furies cannot follow if a man To his own heart be reconciled. They feed On his own bosom, nay ! are born thereof. An alien clan he might elude, but these, Blood of his blood, he shall nor slay nor *scape.’ My heart hath never pastured on regret Or pang for thee. My justice covers all. PELIAS. That one word “ justice ” covers all indeed To thine own self. But think’st thou for a word To ruin many years of commonweal, And poison in an hour the politics O…
1901 · PDF PAGE 53
… is she, The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art.
1905 · PDF PAGE 147
I know he wills me to remain Woman.” ‘“ How frivolous and vain, O Zeus,” I cried, “ art thou to rise Out of Olympus’ ecstasies! Omnipotent! but to control The first breath of a human soul !—” The thunder rolled through heaven again, Void was the spring-delighted plain Of that gigantic phantasy. I turned to my Eurydice Even as she turned. The faint breath glows,— The lightning of a living rose. The bright eyes gleam—night’s spotless stars Glimmering through folded nenuphars. The red mouth moves, still to the word: “Yes, love!” and “yes, love!” T…
1910 · PDF PAGE 176
166 THE OPIUM-SMOKER Art thou not burnt in the fire of my will ? See, by the flashes that crimson and kill I am the master ; the magic is still. VI See ! how the wrath of my rune that I send her, Fire of my fire, is flung flying to end her, Wrapping in ruin that scintillant splendour. Fire of my fire ! how the brilliance darts forth, Runs to the uttermost pole of the north, Splashing all space with the spume of my wrath ! Ah ! but the subtle, the perilous way ; That hath no fire to enkindle the clay. Ever to all be the work of me Nay ! I who am…
1913 · PDF PAGE 126
…y to slay. Anoint me! 1. I rise To the fire of thine eyes. I anoint thee, thy priest, Babalon—and The Beast ! And I ask of Thee now: Who art Thou ? o. Omari tessala marax etc. [The Ritual of the S....0of R.... is in silence accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. I love you, and you love me. 1. Now and ever may it be! 1. and o. Hand in hand is heart to heart. …
1913 · PDF PAGE 126
…y to slay. Anoint me! 1. I rise To the fire of thine eyes. I anoint thee, thy priest, Babalon—and The Beast ! And I ask of Thee now: Who art Thou ? o. Omari tessala marax etc. [The Ritual of the S....0of R.... is in silence accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. I love you, and you love me. 1. Now and ever may it be! 1. and o. Hand in hand is heart to heart. …
1898 · PDF PAGE 41
…yet Given me not to forget The foaming cloud that shaped itself a rose, Whose steady passion glows Within the secretest fortress of my heart, Because, my God, Thou Art, And I am chosen of Thee for this folk, To break the foreign yoke, Therefore, Existence of Existence, hear! Bend low Thine holy ear, And make Thyself, unseen, most terrible To these fierce fiends of hell That torture holiest ears with false complaint: Bend down, and bid me faint Into the arms of night, to see Thine hosts March past the holy coasts, A wall of golden weapons for th…
1901 · PDF PAGE 59
…the hideous fruit Of what strange poisons? But in mine own self I am the king and chief of all the priests; And thou, in thine own eyes, art a young god, Strong, beautiful, and lithe, a leaping fawn Upon the mountains. PACHAD. Yea, I am a god. I am fire against the fountain of my birth, The storm upon the earth that nurtured me! Leave me: we twain have no more words to speak. THE LEPER. Neither in heaven nor in hell. I go, The dead king, worshipping the living man. [/xiz. PACHAD. I have been a god so long, my thoughts run halt From many contemp…
1909 · PDF PAGE 204
194 THE EQUINOX Art thou not burnt in the fire of my will ? See, by the flashes that crimson and kill I am the master ; the magic is still. VI See! how the wrath of my rune that I send her, Fire of my fire, is flung flying to end her, Wrapping in ruin that scintillant splendour. Fire of my fire! how the brilliance darts forth, Runs to the uttermost pole of the North, Splashing all space with the spume of my wrath! Ah! but the subtle, the perilous way; That hath no fire to enkindle the clay. Ever to all be the word of me Nay! I who am Being and …
1909 · PDF PAGE 204
194 THE EQUINOX Art thou not burnt in the fire of my will ? See, by the flashes that crimson and kill I am the master ; the magic is still. VI See! how the wrath of my rune that I send her, Fire of my fire, is flung flying to end her, Wrapping in ruin that scintillant splendour. Fire of my fire! how the brilliance darts forth, Runs to the uttermost pole of the North, Splashing all space with the spume of my wrath! Ah! but the subtle, the perilous way; That hath no fire to enkindle the clay. Ever to all be the word of me Nay! I who am Being and …
1907 · PDF PAGE 19
…er spirit clad with gold of sense, But sending forth thy rays life-pearled As a bridegroom squandering his strength upon the bride Thou art sufficient to redeem the world. XIV ! IS the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour When the wee lips that clung to thee are cold, To give the world a light of other gold From that men hoard, from that the suns afford In their impl…
1912 · PDF PAGE 51
…. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! Alls well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! theres no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hurt five days will cure. Be not afraid. MORTADELLO. Begone then. Nows the hour when Morta- dello strikes. To the summit of his power, whose high-pooped galleon rides An inviola…
1961 · PDF PAGE 89
…thou wilt! be this our Slogan of Battle in every Act; for every Act is Conflict. There Victory leapeth shining before us; for who may thwart true Will, which is the Order of Nature Herself? . . . thou hast no right but to do thy will. Do that, and no other shall say nay. For if that Will be true, its Fulfilment is of a Surety as Daylight following Sunrise. It is as certain as the Operation of any other Law of Nature; it is Destiny. Then, if that Will be obscured, if thou turn from it to Wills diseased or perverse, how canst thou hope? Fool! E…
1905 · PDF PAGE 19
…owest that not in flesh Lies the fair fresh Delight of Love ; not in mere lips and eyes The secret of these bridal ecstasies, Since thou art everywhere, Rose of the World, Rose of the Uttermost Abode of Glory, Rose of the High Host Of heaven, mystic, rapturous Rose ! The extreme passion glows Deep in this breast ; thou knowest (and love knows) How every word awakes its own reward In a thought akin to thee, a shadow of thee ; And every tune evokes its musical Lord ; And every rhyme tingles and shakes in me The filaments of the great web of Love.…
1910 · PDF PAGE 20
… our sister sways All our maiden bosoms bared To the dying vesper rays, Where the sun below the bays Of the West is stooping ; All our hearts together drooping, Flowers the ocean bears. All the garb that gladness wears To a rent uncouth attire Changed with cares ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death. Tears divide our labouring breath That of our sisterO our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her ! She must touch the lips of death, To…
1911 · PDF PAGE 58
…ng to say, Jeanne, No flame of words from maddening blood, But complacent chewing of the cud. I dared not whisper the sudden fear Of my heart in your miracle of an ear, Jeanne! I tightened my lips, and my hand on yours; So that you might think I loved you more. But now in the midnight the thought endures, And the love—ah what is the dream we adore? Suppose the infinite peace of the heart, Jeanne, The crest and crown of labour and art, Of the mystic quest, of the toil of the saint, The mount on whose slopes the strongest faint, Jeanne I Suppose th…
1911 · PDF PAGE 58
…ng to say, Jeanne, No flame of words from maddening blood, But complacent chewing of the cud. I dared not whisper the sudden fear Of my heart in your miracle of an ear, Jeanne! I tightened my lips, and my hand on yours; So that you might think I loved you more. But now in the midnight the thought endures, And the love—ah what is the dream we adore? Suppose the infinite peace of the heart, Jeanne, The crest and crown of labour and art, Of the mystic quest, of the toil of the saint, The mount on whose slopes the strongest faint, Jeanne I Suppose th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 197
…I too succumb Unto the olden immemorial spell, And have no words to tell Of thee, and of the grace of thee, And of the face of thee, Who art mine, whom I made mine own. Rosa Ignota! Ah! the Rose is blown. XI MELANCHOLY Over all is the greenness, in the slow-falling night Over the fields with dusk and dew, with dusk and dew, there flees A dying echo, faint and dim, fleeing towards the light; Sombre streams cry mournfully in the sighing breeze With the rustling trees. 159
1913 · PDF PAGE 197
…I too succumb Unto the olden immemorial spell, And have no words to tell Of thee, and of the grace of thee, And of the face of thee, Who art mine, whom I made mine own. Rosa Ignota! Ah! the Rose is blown. XI MELANCHOLY Over all is the greenness, in the slow-falling night Over the fields with dusk and dew, with dusk and dew, there flees A dying echo, faint and dim, fleeing towards the light; Sombre streams cry mournfully in the sighing breeze With the rustling trees. 159
1928 · PDF PAGE 169
… with the books that were fashionable at that timeI speak of sixteen or seventeen years ago; I mean the books in which is discussed the art of making everyone happy, wise, and rich, in twenty-four hours. I had then digested swallowed, I suppose I should sayall the lu- cubrations of all these happiness-furnishers, both those who advise the poor to make them- selves slaves, and those who persuade them that they are all dethroned monarchs. You will then not find it surprising that I was in a state of mind approximating to giddiness or stupor. I…