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XXI. In every ecstasy exalt my heart ; Let every trance make loose and light the wings My soul must shake, ere her pure fabric springs Clothed in the secret dream-delights of Art Transcendent into air, the tomb of Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis ! XXII. Give me a master ! Not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah ! let them only …
1910 · PDF PAGE 448
…n all the seasons and the tides. But ah! the more it changed and changed” — (The good knight laughed to split his sides !) “What? Is the soul of things deranged? The more it changed, and rippled through Its changes, and still changed, and changed, The liker to itself it grew. Bear me,” he cried, “ to purge my bile To the old land of Hormakhu, That I may sit and curse awhile At all these follies fond that pen My quest about—on, on to Nile! Tread tenderly, my merry men! For nothing is so void and vile As Palamede the Saracen.”
1910 · PDF PAGE 448
…n all the seasons and the tides. But ah! the more it changed and changed” — (The good knight laughed to split his sides !) “What? Is the soul of things deranged? The more it changed, and rippled through Its changes, and still changed, and changed, The liker to itself it grew. Bear me,” he cried, “ to purge my bile To the old land of Hormakhu, That I may sit and curse awhile At all these follies fond that pen My quest about—on, on to Nile! Tread tenderly, my merry men! For nothing is so void and vile As Palamede the Saracen.”
1905 · PDF PAGE 107
100 MYSTERIES: LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC \ But I, unknightly, recreant, a coward, Dare not release my soul from fate untoward By such a craven’s cunning. Nay, my soul Must move unflinching to what bitter goal The angry gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor fear to drain the bowl. Now some old devil, dead no doubt and damned, But living in her life, had wisely crammed Her fierce bronze throat with such a foul device As made her belly yearn for sacrifice. She leered like love on me, and smiled, and shammed, And did not pity for all her breast…
1954 · PDF PAGE 493
… the sea; the ships tremble and shudder; the shipmaster is afraid. 61. That is thy drunkenness, 0 holy one, and the winds whirl away the soul of the scribe into the happy haven. 62. 0 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! Yes, I dare say. But is there not here a sort of moral oxymoron? Are not the Masters pursuing two diametrically opposed policies at the same time? Genius-or Initiation, which implies the liberation and development of the genius latent in us all…
1898 · PDF PAGE 5
…ATION TO J. L. B. THE vault of purple that I strove To pierce, and find unchanging love, Or some vast countenance above All glory of the soul of man, Baffled my blind aspiring gaze With sunlight’s melancholy rays, And closed with iron hand the ways That sunder space, divide the days with fiery fan. Thine was the forehead mild and grave That shown throughout the azure nave Where Monte Rosa’s silence gave The starry organ’s measured sound. Where for an altar stood the bare Mass of Mont Cervin, towering there And angels dwelt upon the stair, And a…
1901 · PDF PAGE 20
8 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Fretted with stars, thrice woven across. White limbs in amorous slumber toss, Like sleeping foam, whose silver gleams On motionless dark seas ; it seems As if some gentle spirit stirred Their lazy brows with some swift word. So, in the secret of the shrine, Night keeps them nestled, so the gloom Laps them in waves as smooth as wine, As glowing as the fiery womb Of some young tigress, dark as doom, And swift as sunrise. Love’s content Builds its own mystic monument, And carves above its vaulted tomb The Phœnix on her fiery …
1912 · PDF PAGE 35
…litant! O lord of this arboreal seat!” Thus worshipped he, and stalking stole Into the Presence: he emerged. The scent awakes the uneasy soul Of that Majestic One: upsurged 29
1913 · PDF PAGE 118
Robert Keable . But in the dark harsh night beyond the gate Wherein He went alone and dumb to doom , My soul went down to hell and read its fate , And rose again to serve Him , and to wait . I knew His weakness called me to be strong ; I knew that I must travel where He trod ; And that , although the path be hard and long , His eyes would pierce me yet , alive with song . It has been so: and never did I doubt His word that lakeside morning by the fire ; First battle ; then the song of them that shout ! Go quickly , lad ; they come to lead me ou…
1928 · PDF PAGE 9
…ROTHY XXVI. POOR FOLKS EYES XXVII. AN HEROIC DEATH XXVIII. BASE COINAGE XXIX. THE GENEROUS GAMESTER XXX. THE ROPE XXXI. THE JOYS OF THE SOUL XXXII. THE THYRSUS XXXIII. INTOXICATE YOURSELF! XXXIV. ALREADY! XXXV. WINDOWS XXXVI. THE DESIRE OF PAINTING XXXVII. THE MOONS GIFTS XXXVIII. WHISH IS THE TRUE ONE? XXXIX. THOROUGHBRED XL. THE MIRROR XLI. THE HARBOUR XLII. PORTRAITS OF MISTRESSES XLIII. THE POLITE GUNNER XLIV. THE SOUP AND CLOUDS XLV. THE CEMETERY AND THE SHOOTING GALLERY XLVI. A LOST HALO XLVII. MISS BISTOURI XLVIII. Anywhere, ANYWHERE O…
1907 · PDF PAGE 83
…count years , and yet we stand and gaze With touching hands and lips immutable As mortals stand a moment ; . . The universe is One ; One Soul , One Spirit , One Flame , One infinite God , One infinite Love . ' Truly the poet has here refined the dross and poured out before us the glittering metal. Yet what a differ ence he makes between the two great world forces : the love of man for a good woman , and the love of man for a bad woman ; the first is supreme , yet the other is far from being infernal . Listen : Yes . A good woman's love will for…
1905 · PDF PAGE 194
…ear Mikhael’s ! trumpet-call. bitter Yet there did grow a clamour shrill and loud : , One cursed, one crossed himself, another vowed His soul against the quest ; the tumult ran Indecorous in that presence, man to man. Stilled suddenly, beholding how I bowed My soul in thought: another cry began. ‘*Gereth the dauntless ! Gereth of the Sea! Gereth the loyal! Child of royalty ! Witch-mothered Gereth! Sword above the strong, Heart pure, head knightly throng Clamour my name, and flattering words, to me— If they may ’scape the quest—I do them wrong ;…
1898 · PDF PAGE 103
And all my soul is dewed and pearled With tears of poetry. The strong mysterious spell is cast To bind and to release ; To give the devils hope at last, To the unburied peace ; To gladden the reluctant past With silent harmonies. The song grows wilder now and strives All heaven to enchain, As who should grasp a thousand lives, And draw their breath again Into some cavern where he dives, A hell of grisly pain. And now behold ! the barren Cross Bursts out in vernal flowers ; The music weeps, as on the moss The summer’s kissing showers, And there …
1898 · PDF PAGE 119
…h Love ! nor king nor queen Of mine exhaustless flame, But comrade of my teen, Spouse of that epicene Incontinence of shame. Twin Love ! Soul’s dual spouse, Dream-serpent of my life, Rose-garland of my brows Within that ivory house, Sex with itself at strife. Were I a wanton stream, Thou mightest bathe in me, Yet in that happy dream Methought my heart did deem We mingled utterly. O sexless ! deathless ! fair Beyond the world to me,
1902 · PDF PAGE 78
… sky Dawns to the East ! Song-bird and beast Wake and reply. Let me not die, Now, at the least ! Lord of the Light ! Queen of the dawn ! Soul of the Night Hid and withdrawn ! 76
1907 · PDF PAGE 80
…YRINX AND PAN YRINX is caught upon the Arcadian field. The god’s grip huddles her girl breasts: his grim And gnarléd lips grin forth the soul of him.- The imprint of his bestial heart is sealed And stamped armorial on her virgin shield, Fame’s argent heraldry despoiled. Grows dim For her the universe: supple and slim She slides in vain. She loathes him—and doth yield. Shame, sorrow, these be sire and dam of song. Fatality, O Nature, is thy name. Along the accurséd river, stagnant shame, Eddying woe, from rape and godly wrong, Springs the immort…
1912 · PDF PAGE 42
…hot delight, Awaken no response; only the might Of the shy poesie that enchants the night He cares to love ; the eerie palaces Where the soul finds forbidden harmonies. Oh I Now his eyes dance up to meet the sun ; Curious, he peers into the hurtling air: Oh! all his spirit follows, slim and fair; The spears of light attract him : it is done; The flaw is found ; he bends again, to shun The summer—heat: see! the swift fingers run Like spiders o'er the strings : Look! it is bare, The flaw: and he has found what godhead there !
1912 · PDF PAGE 42
…hot delight, Awaken no response; only the might Of the shy poesie that enchants the night He cares to love ; the eerie palaces Where the soul finds forbidden harmonies. Oh I Now his eyes dance up to meet the sun ; Curious, he peers into the hurtling air: Oh! all his spirit follows, slim and fair; The spears of light attract him : it is done; The flaw is found ; he bends again, to shun The summer—heat: see! the swift fingers run Like spiders o'er the strings : Look! it is bare, The flaw: and he has found what godhead there !
1939 · PDF PAGE 9
… THIS DOCTRINE MAY TRANSMIT THIS SACRED TAO TO MEN THAT VOW THEMSELVES TO FATHOM IT. II. LAO KUN THE MASTER SAID : THE ADEPT IN SKILL OF SOUL HATH NEVER AN AIM ; THE BUNGLERS SHAME IS THAT HE GROPES A GOAL. WHO MOST POSSESS THE TEH CONCEAL THEIR MAGICK POWER ; WHO LEAST POSSESS EXERT THEIR STRESS SEVEN TIMES IN EVERY HOUR. THESE, WHO CLING FAST TO POWERS, WHO GUARD THEM, AND DISPLAY THEIR MAGICK ARTTHEY ARE NOT PART OF TAO NOR YET OF TEH.
1898 · PDF PAGE 120
114 Á¼±ÆÁ¿´¯Ä¿Å O½±Á Thy love-gift I will wear, Thy joys my soul shall share, Being made one with thee. So, love, the days may keep My nameless love from me ; Yet over slumber’s deep I will sail into sleep Thither to lie by thee, Hold thee with arms that cleave Lock thee in limbs that leap, Chain thee with lips that leave Kisses of blood to weave Castles of hope in sleep. Poppy ! best flower whose bud Sends dreams to men that die, I drain thy drowsy flood That our impatient blood May mingle utterly. So, Hermes, thou art wed, So, Aphrodite…