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Page 35 of 1231919 · PDF PAGE 122
…attain- able. It is then best, ultimately, if it be your Will to find alway your chiefest pleasure in Love, that is, in Conquest, and in Death, that is, in Surrender, as I have written to you already. Thus then you shall delight in these delights afore- said, but only as toys, holding your manhood firm and keen to pierce to deeper and holier ecstacies without arrest of Will. Furthermore, I would have you to know that in this prac- tice, pursued with ardour unquenchable, is this especial grace, that you will come as it were by fortune into state…
1903 · PDF PAGE 91
…hat ended with a sterile sting The earlier hour whose heart was full of spring ; And the large love grew piteously lean ; Dreadful, like death ; withdrawn and epicene At the mad crisis of the eventful thing. O that such tender fondness like a flower’s Should take such nameless infamy ! That we Should pluck such bitter bloom, rooted in fear, Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul with the curse of God : that we are here, Hating the night’s inexorable hours. 71
1903 · PDF PAGE 115
…breath— Not heaven nor hell shall break our solemn troth. love you, and shall love you all my life. I love you, and shall love you after death. 95
1906 · PDF PAGE 98
…nastiness, this putrid sea; For not by any amorous tricks of wit Shalt thou regain thine empire over me. O virgin, O my sister! Hear me, death! Thou hast a sleep compelling soul and mind. Thine is the sweet insufferable breath That comes like Bessarabia’s twilight wind To bring a quiet coolth from day’s long heat, Peace to the belly gorged with blood and meat}; Stars for the sun that smote, for fire slow streams, For the simoom the zephyr’s cooing kiss, Deep sleep at last from all the evil dreams, And rest, the possibility of bliss.
1910 · PDF PAGE 75
… more they are twain ; they are one flesh ? For here I sit and laugh and smoke And play with youth and pleasure ; Life is a dream, and death a joke, And love a thing of leisure The dance is done, the spell is broke, And marred the merry measure ! Yea ; my small kiss is somehow worth The love of all the boys on earth ! The shy sweet smiles, the tender eyes And bodies slim that woo me ;
1912 · PDF PAGE 73
…eless “oughts” and fatuous “ musts.” “ All the delusions ” (argueth The ass), “all uproars, surely rise From that curst Me whose name is Death, Whereas the Questing Beast belies 67
1913 · PDF PAGE 201
…ws gone Home to supper , home to bed , Mary rises from the dead. Just her very self again Mary rises , prim and plain . Jimmy, scared to death almost, Shut his eyes to hide the ghost . Mary cried to him : “ Never fear , I won 't hurt you , Jimmy dear : It's only Mary , poor Mary Ford , Tired of resting in the Lord . 182
1906 · PDF PAGE 109
I bore myself. Death was so dull. The dead are strangely beautiful To the new-comer; it wears off. II. They told me I was damned. The Shroff! Gave me ten dollars Mex. (For ease Of English souls the dead Chinese Are taxed) to pay my way in hell. On one pound sterling one lives well. For luxuries are cheaply paid Since Satan introduced Free Trade; And necessaries—woe is me !|— Are furnished to the damned soul free. Ill. God’s hell, Earth’s heaven, are not so far. Dinner brought oysters, caviar, ) Anchovies, truffles, curried rabbit (Bad for the a…
1910 · PDF PAGE 63
…edeless rune, Ineffably, utterly tender ! Hark ! the appealing cry Of deadly hurt in the hollow : Hyacinth ! Hyacinth ! Ay ! Smitten to death by Apollo. Swift, O maiden moon, Send they ray-dews after ; Turn the dolorous tune To soft ambiguous laughter ! Mourn, O Maenads, mourn ! Surely your comfort is over. All we laugh at you lorn. Ours are the poppies and clover ! O that mouth and eyes, Mischievous, male, alluring ! O that twitch of the thighs Dorian past enduring ! Where is wisdom now ? Where the sage and his doubt ? Surely the sweat of the…
1903 · PDF PAGE 23
…aff ! Trace the rule Of the circle crossed ! [She makes a circle and a cross therein.| No light therein ! Mother of sin, Thou hast won ! Death to the sun ! Hail to the glow Of the corpse decayed ! Hail to the maid ! Ho! Ho! [She rambles about the stage, muttering savage runes with dismal laughter. Her words are inarticulate, when with a last Ho! Ho! the curtain falls.| [The scene rises, and we again see the stage as in Scene I. Maurya and Criospa as in the opening. Criospa is, however, absolutely calm.| Maurya. Criosda, answer ! CriospDa. I obe…
1913 · PDF PAGE 42
… Love moveth ever from height to height of ecstasy and faileth never. The wings of love droop not with time, nor slacken for life or for death. Love destroyeth self, uniting self with that which is not-self, so that Love breedeth All and None in One. Is it not sop... No?... Then thou art not lost in love; speak not of love. Love Alway Yieldeth: Love Alway Hardeneth. May be: I write it but to write Her name.
1913 · PDF PAGE 203
… river; And the secret note Sets the waves aquiver Till the naiads arise To hear the choir Of the star-lit skies, And the secret fire Of death and desire. And the rim of the flame Is pierced and torn With the spirits made tame By the breath of the morn, And the life of the fire That surges and swells From the swamp and the mire, From the million hells, And the one soft heaven Where meetly blooms The heart of the seven Supernal dooms. The water of life Still flashes and flows From the heart of the strife To the pathway that goes To the core of t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 203
… river; And the secret note Sets the waves aquiver Till the naiads arise To hear the choir Of the star-lit skies, And the secret fire Of death and desire. And the rim of the flame Is pierced and torn With the spirits made tame By the breath of the morn, And the life of the fire That surges and swells From the swamp and the mire, From the million hells, And the one soft heaven Where meetly blooms The heart of the seven Supernal dooms. The water of life Still flashes and flows From the heart of the strife To the pathway that goes To the core of t…
1954 · PDF PAGE 415
…cho-analysis. Generally speaking, it is up to you to invent a practice to meet each specific case. One moment, though, about the fear of death. The radical cure is the gaining of the magical memory. (See also AL, I: 58.) The more previous incarnations one can remember, the less important appears the moment when the curve of life dips below the horizon. (One very curious point: when one looks back at the moment of one of one's deaths, one exclaims: "By love! that was a narrow escape, and no mistake!" Escape from what? Me no savvy; but such is th…
1899 · PDF PAGE 196
…ings.” Pure loves that flowered never, True loves that none might sever, The flame that burns for ever, Love's ruined water-springs. Oh, Death! draw nigh, deliver My passion from its band ; Draw nigh, until I shiver At thy most holy hand. For Earth’s desires have fled me, And Earth’s distrusts have fed me, And Love has come, and shed me As water upon sand.
1908 · PDF PAGE 20
…movable bounds ! Roll, ye wild billows of ether ! the cymbal 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 life in the nostrils, and love in the breast, Shine, O thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the Radiant Crest ! Shine, O shine ! Flame throu…
1908 · PDF PAGE 34
…RD is risen. Hail ! Thou anointed King ! Now, O Thou pitiful and pallid, Who to the cross didst cleave and cling, Thy tears to life from death have rallied Thy SON, the Holy King ! Eater of flesh and soul and spirit, The Lord of Hell on dropping wing His doom of dolour doth inherit From our anointed King. See ! headlong where he reels and plunges To the abyss, a noisome thing ! He falls ! Our sin Thy SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! Then, O thou mildest maiden mother, Thou feedest us ! our crowns we fling Here at Thy feet, who art no oth…
1908 · PDF PAGE 39
…mountains in the ice We hang above some precipice, We offer Thee the sacrifice, And hail Thee, holy Mary ! Still, when the icy breeze of death Cuts through the bastions of breath, Thou hearest him who murmureth All hail, O holy Mary ! Amen. W 32
1909 · PDF PAGE 103
…hame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death’s horizon. Ill I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn; They had thrown roses on the moss
1909 · PDF PAGE 103
…hame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death’s horizon. Ill I woke from this. I lay upon the lawn; They had thrown roses on the moss