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…ts, but he is at least a pleasant con trast to Gladstone and Kensit. If my truth is not the truth of the Divorce Court, it is because my world (thank God i) is not the Divorce Court. I prefer Christ to Sir Gorell Barnes as an authority on the Seventh Commandment; and the Spiritual Interpretation of facts is the formula “ Solve ” of the Theurgic Alchemist. What is a poet? What are his powers? He can watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom ; Nor heed, nor see, what things they be . . . Let Mr. Straig…
1901 · PDF PAGE 11
…a grave, Of death cast out, and life devouring death. * * * * * Of freedom, though all manhood were one slave ; Of truth, though all the world were liar ; of love That time nor hate can raze the witness of.” SWINBURNE, Tiresias. INE voices that raise high the eternal hymn ! Nine faces that ring round the rainbow sky ! Hear me ! The century’s lamp is growing dim ; Saturnian gloom descends and it must die. Fill, fill my spirit to the utter brim With fire and melody ! O nine sweet sisters ! I have heard your song In blue soft waters and in stern g…
1901 · PDF PAGE 89
…es to see there In their desperate depth some mutual flame of treason ? Dared we move apart? So glad were we to be there, Nothing in the world might change the constant season. O Madonna of the Golden Eyes!
1910 · PDF PAGE 63
I0 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Let them suck the heavenly sleep ! Let me sink into the deep ! Till the morning pale and fresh Find my flesh against his flesh, And mine eyes within his eyes Watch the sun of glory rise ! All my breath is like new wine. I have flaxen hair and fine. From my shoulders to my feet Like the sunlight in the wheat ! If I laugh, the moon-curved pearls Match and master any a girl’s. If I weep, as joy may weep, One would say the fountain-steep Of Dione dropped its dew Through the vivid veil of blue. I am limber like a snake. I am …
1910 · PDF PAGE 93
40 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. The stroke swings aside, as the pavement of malachite opens before him, at his feet, and two satyrs rise, with a little fair-haired child. From what barbaric seas Ringing the icy North Thus suddenly sprung forth Come ye to mar mine — ease ? For I was nigh at peace With the great soul of things. IST SATYR Hail, king of Kings ! It is our Master’s will That thou partake Of — this ! So do the goat and snake Dance on the pavement of sapphire To the sound of the wind-haunted lyre. And the light of a lewd understanding Shines i…
1910 · PDF PAGE 109
56 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Now still I stand entranced And the faint fires that danced Before the sunset like a vivid crown Of blood upon thine head, (O thou severe And strong, my lover, my delight !) Have all died down ; And in the darkness, clear As the dawn’s transient light Are thy lips, live at last ; Thine eyes, aflame at the red holocaust Of me thou gloatest over. See, I draw close, (O vital, murder-loving lover !) And all my being flows In a flood to my lips, and I kiss kiss kiss Madly, madly kiss, Out of rhythm, out of rime, Out of space,…
1904 · PDF PAGE 58
…Most GREAT AND INCOMPREHENSIBLE Lorp Gop oF Hosts, that thou comest quickly and without delay from all parts and places of the earth and world wherever thou mayest be, to make rational answers unto my demands, and that visibly and affably, speaking with a voice intelligible unto mine understanding as aforesaid. I conjure and constrain thee, O thou Spirit N., by all the names aforesaid ; and in addition by these seven great names wherewith Solomon the Wise bound thee and thy companions in a Vessel of Brass, ADONAI, PREYAI or PRERAI, TETRAGRAMMAT…
1922 · PDF PAGE 132
… be humoured. But it’s a long way between that and admitting that their hallucinations have any basis in fact. I had been in their silly world of sense a million years or so ago, when I was Peter Pendragon. But why recall the painful past? Of course, one doesn’t come to one’s full strength in a minute. Take the case of an eagle. What is it as long as it’s in the egg? Nothing but an egg with possibilities. And the first day it’s hatched you don’t expect it to fly to Neptune and back. Certainly not ! But every day, in every way, it gets better an…
1922 · PDF PAGE 266
…s become impossible to form a coherent plan. King Lamus is trying to train a number of selected people to act as a sort of brain for the world in its present state of cerebral collapse. He is teaching them to co-ordinate the facts in a higher synthesis. The suggestion is that of his old teacher, Prof. Henry Mauds- ley, with whom he studied insanity. Herbert Spencer, too, had a similar idea. But King Lamus is the first to endeavour to make a practical effort to embody this conception in a practical way. I seem to have wandered a long way from ou…
1922 · PDF PAGE 237
…tion. The reason why he couldn’t live with me as my husband was that my angel had told me that I was going to bring the Messiah into the world. We went into a heated argument. I don’t remember what happened; but as usual, it turned into a quarrel. One must be concentrated on the spiritual life, so the slightest interruption from the senses, if it’s only the wind in the trees, is a terribly irritating thing. “* Satan is the prince of the power of the air,” it says in the Bible, so he sends these noises in the air to disturb my mind. How can I gi…
1930 · PDF PAGE 76
…e “Earth” is the sphere wherein the operation of these “fundamental” and aethvric forces appears to perception. “Under the Earth” is the World of those phenomena which inform those perceived projections, and détermine their particular char- acter. “Dry land” is the place of dead “material things”, dry (i.e. unknowable) because unable to act on our minds. “Water” is the vehicle whereby we feel such things; “air” their menstruum wherein these feelings are mentally apprehended. It is called “whirling” because of the instability of thought, and the…
1898 · PDF PAGE 31
… the fetters that bind, Change from us the garb of our prison And lighten the mind. O Spring, tell the bountiful Giver Thy smiles on the world are in vain ;
1906 · PDF PAGE 48
…l its smell. And lo, he is horribly in the toils Of a coal-black giant flower of hell ! BrownineG, Heretic’s Tragedy, ix. I. Ross of the world! Ay, love, in that warm hour Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower 38
1910 · PDF PAGE 92
… AU BAL A VISION of flushed faces, shining limbs, The Madness of the music that entrances All life in its delirium of dances ! The white world glitters in the void, and swims Through infinite seas of transcendental trances. Yea ! all the hoarded seed of all my fancies Bursts in a shower of suns ! The wine-cup brims And bubbles over ; I drink deep the hymns Of sorceries, of spells, of necromancies And all my spirit shudders ; dew bedims My sightthese girls and their alluring glances ! Their eyes that burn like dawns lascivious lances Waking al…
1911 · PDF PAGE 299
… speech from our Lady of Silence: CANCER. Bear the Cup of Libation ! PAN- 333'333—333- [Recites. Roll through the caverns of matter, the world’s irremovable bounds! Roll, ye wild billows of ether! the Sistron is shaken and sounds ! Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of death. Live with the fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame of the breath ! Sound, O sound! Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall tremble and flee! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me! Light on the forehead, and…
1911 · PDF PAGE 299
… speech from our Lady of Silence: CANCER. Bear the Cup of Libation ! PAN- 333'333—333- [Recites. Roll through the caverns of matter, the world’s irremovable bounds! Roll, ye wild billows of ether! the Sistron is shaken and sounds ! Wild and sonorous the clamour, vast in the region of death. Live with the fire of the Spirit, the essence and flame of the breath ! Sound, O sound! Gleam in the world of the dark, where the chained ones shall tremble and flee! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me! Light on the forehead, and…
1903 · PDF PAGE 110
…f Athens. Our love takes on a tinge of melancholy, The six months glory of life past on earth About to yield to Hades’ bridal birth, The world’s sad sympathy with Persephone. Yet I myself, while tuning to her key My sighs of sorrow, mused in secret mirth : “ I am convinced at last of money’s worth, For lack of which she cannot cross the sea.” I told her, like a fool, a day too soon. She went and told her story to the priest ; She wept, and borrowed money of the beast. She told me she would go : June fell from June. I, left in limbo ; she, to fr…
1906 · PDF PAGE 25
…singing of his slave Hath Al Awaz grown eminent. The king: But I, to taste thy lip, My kingdom willingly had spent. Habib: Asylum of the World! My master bade me to present My loveliness to thee, whose brows Like to a Scythian how are bent. The king accepted him to bear His cup of wine, and was content. Let Al Qahar their praises sing: Three souls, one love, one element. Note.—This poem is very much taboo in Persia, as it is supposed to be little better than a pamphlet in favour of Christianity. The later work of Al Qahar, and especially his ma…
1910 · PDF PAGE 161
…still be strong ! For we will live as we would die. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. Though ruin wash the world in blood, Though death devour, though time decay,
1910 · PDF PAGE 175
I22 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Next, scythes laid to the root of every flower That asks but sunshine for its brief glad hour. Next, axes at the root of every tree That strains its top to immortality. Yea, o thou terrible magician, I see the black wings of suspicion Fanning each ear with tales of spite, Blasting each bud with bitter blight. I see the poisonous upas-tree, Its shade the ghastly trinity — Religion, law, morality — Sicken with its stifling breath Human loveliness to death. I myself the tool of priests, Tyrants, merchants, hags and beasts,…