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Page 36 of 1061912 · PDF PAGE 263
… us ! EEL. Wi’ these een hae I seen it! Alack the day! My brethren, d’ye ken wha‘s ta’en the lodging ower Awl‘s shop ? BONES. When? EEL. Last nicht, The very eve ο’ the Blessed Sabbath I [Allgroan. CHIPS. Wha‘ then? EEL. The ’Hoor 0’ Babylon ! ALL. The ‘Hoor ο᾿Babylon ! EEL. A wanton, forward wench! A Babylonish Harlot! BONES. The Lord ha’ mercy on us! EEL. An actress body! ALL. The Lord ha’ mercy on us! CHIPS. Fra‘ Glasgie, I doot? EEL. Waur! ALL. Waur? EEL. Waur! 221
1912 · PDF PAGE 202
… obstinate, revengeful, domineering, tyran— nical, and apt to turn against another without a cause. She rules the heavens from above the last Decan of x to above the 20a of Aries : including thus a part of Andromeda. v of Δ Queen of the Salamanders. VII THE PRINCE OF THE CHARIOT OF FIRE King of PVzmds A KINGLY Figure with agolden, Winged crown, seated on a chariot. He has large white wings. One wheel of his chariot 160
1912 · PDF PAGE 263
… us ! EEL. Wi’ these een hae I seen it! Alack the day! My brethren, d’ye ken wha‘s ta’en the lodging ower Awl‘s shop ? BONES. When? EEL. Last nicht, The very eve ο’ the Blessed Sabbath I [Allgroan. CHIPS. Wha‘ then? EEL. The ’Hoor 0’ Babylon ! ALL. The ‘Hoor ο᾿Babylon ! EEL. A wanton, forward wench! A Babylonish Harlot! BONES. The Lord ha’ mercy on us! EEL. An actress body! ALL. The Lord ha’ mercy on us! CHIPS. Fra‘ Glasgie, I doot? EEL. Waur! ALL. Waur? EEL. Waur! 221
1913 · PDF PAGE 196
…the end of every path must be the same, And at the end of thee, immortal one, Is Nothing! Yea, thou shalt know, Rose, even as I, How the last dust of the world is naught but dust, And how thou shalt die, being the Immortal Rose. x LIFE MEN say: “ For love's sake and for beauty’s sake We would make our songs immortal; we would give The passionate cry of summer, the secret ache That thou, our poet, knowest ;” I would live A lonely virgin for thy sake, and I Would fret no more the earth, nor tire the sky With ever-unbidden song. Ah! I would give A…
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
…that are past ; Here in the shadowy night-fall, with slow reluctant fingers, The poet touches the silent strings, and falls into calm at last As the night grows dim and vast. And the passionate hour of love, of love, is come unto dust and slumber, A gracious memory only stays, a passionless sense remains Of golden hours that are passed and fled, when the joys of love without number Fanned into fire his smouldering heart, and turned into flame his brains With purple and crimson stains. And the hour of the Rose is fallen, and the light of her eye…
1913 · PDF PAGE 196
…the end of every path must be the same, And at the end of thee, immortal one, Is Nothing! Yea, thou shalt know, Rose, even as I, How the last dust of the world is naught but dust, And how thou shalt die, being the Immortal Rose. x LIFE MEN say: “ For love's sake and for beauty’s sake We would make our songs immortal; we would give The passionate cry of summer, the secret ache That thou, our poet, knowest ;” I would live A lonely virgin for thy sake, and I Would fret no more the earth, nor tire the sky With ever-unbidden song. Ah! I would give A…
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
…that are past ; Here in the shadowy night-fall, with slow reluctant fingers, The poet touches the silent strings, and falls into calm at last As the night grows dim and vast. And the passionate hour of love, of love, is come unto dust and slumber, A gracious memory only stays, a passionless sense remains Of golden hours that are passed and fled, when the joys of love without number Fanned into fire his smouldering heart, and turned into flame his brains With purple and crimson stains. And the hour of the Rose is fallen, and the light of her eye…
1929 · PDF PAGE 569
… re-establishing the Order in London, the old Lodge having suspended its labours in consequence of the ridiculous raid described in "the Last Straw". For greater convenience, it was decided that the Ape and I should rent from him the top floor of his house, which we did on my return from the Continent. But now a new ordeal was prepared for me. Despite her quality, the Ape of Thoth began to show the effects of her long strain, anxiety and suffering. I called in a doctor who suspected the beginnings of phthisis, complicated with nervous weakness …
1905 · PDF PAGE 157
…he shapeless storm A thousand figures of himself the mist Enlarged, distorted : yet without a qualm (So miserable was he) he mounted the last twist Of the path’s hate, and faced the wind, and saw The lead gleam to a surly amethyst As the sun dipped, and Night put forth a paw Like a black panther’s, and efface the East. Then, with a sudden inward catch of awe As if behind him sprang some silent beast, So shuddered he, and spurred his horse, and found A black path towards the water ; he released The bridle ; so the way went steep, ill bound On an…
1914 · PDF PAGE 22
… Her, for strength and constancy a star, For magick she's the moon! to Her! to Home! “Blow, blow, thou wintry wind !"—and blow away ‘The last foul fetich of Chicago May! PART IV—CHERBOURG Max Yes: Iam you, but for a moment only. ‘That leaves an ache: that leaves me less than man, ‘That leaves me more than God, too sad, too lonely To do no matter what. Since love began With the partition of the first one thing ‘That was itself, there is no hope to be But the eternal grace—the queen and king Of no commensurable ecstasy. Ah God! I am not with you …
1902 · PDF PAGE 141
…ternities of Space, Limitless fields of Time. I knew in me That I must fall into the ground and die ; Dwell in the deep a-many years, at last To rise again—Osiris, slain and risen ! Light of the Cross, I see Thee in the sky, My future ! I must perish from the earth, Abide in desolate halls, until the hour When a new Christ must needs be crucified.— So weep I ever with Our Lady's tears, 139
1912 · PDF PAGE 43
…EMIA. Then tell us what you mean ! MARGARITA. You great big teasing Mark ! It was Olimpias father. Whose knotted cherry-club teased you last Easter rather. MARCO. Dont. Bygones should be bygones ! Though if I catch him walking One night by the canal, I may set people talking ! MATTEO. Well, whats the news ? GIUSEPPE. The Doge is drunk ? FILIPPO. Or is the Pope ill ? MATTEO. He has just heard the Turks have sacked Con- stantinople. MARCO. No, but an idol breaks, a temple is defiled : Your Princess Monica is found to be with child. GIUSEPPE. H…
1903 · PDF PAGE 15
….] Criospa. [Recovering.] Whois at the door? Back, back. It is ill luck, ill luck, I say. Where is old Andrew? The faithful fool—Oh, the last dreadful look of his glazed eyes! What am I saying? Maurya, girl, go! I must tend the temple. I must be alone. It is not fitting— Maurya. You are ill; come and be tended yourself, first. Criospa. No! I am well. You are a girl, not a God. Maurya. Oh! Oh! Have I done amiss? Am I not Criospa. Stop, don’t! [Aside.] I must be man—tut ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, know Those whom we worship as our gods …
1944 · PDF PAGE 252
The Issue of the Vulture, TwoinOne, conveyed; this is the Chariot of Power. TRINC: the last oracle. Triumph, victory, hope, memory, digestion, violence in maintaining traditional ideas, the “die‐hard”, ruthlessness, lust of destruction, obedience, faithfulness, authority under au‐ thority. VIII Balance against each thought its exact opposite. For the Marriage of these is the Annihilation of Il lusion. Justice, or rather justesse, the act of adjustment, suspension of all action pending deci‐ sion; in material matters, may refer to law suits o…
1911 · PDF PAGE 150
… rouse the people of the restaurant. “ Oh, my brother,” gasped the girl. “ Could you not understand? I wanted to die, so." They were her last words for long. Lavenue’s was a storm of chattering and gesticulating fools. The police pushed them aside. The corpse to the mortuary; the girl to the hospital; the man to the Poste. Ninon, wringing her hands and crying and laughing, had run like a Bacchante up the Boulevard to the Dome. 142
1911 · PDF PAGE 150
… rouse the people of the restaurant. “ Oh, my brother,” gasped the girl. “ Could you not understand? I wanted to die, so." They were her last words for long. Lavenue’s was a storm of chattering and gesticulating fools. The police pushed them aside. The corpse to the mortuary; the girl to the hospital; the man to the Poste. Ninon, wringing her hands and crying and laughing, had run like a Bacchante up the Boulevard to the Dome. 142
1913 · PDF PAGE 32
Martin D . Armstrong . Through all my pulsing veins . So had I died In slavery . But last year he rode away To court , in Paris ; and the self - same day , When noon had mellowed into eventide , A thought leapt in my brain , and I took down A rusty axe and ground it on the wheel , And shaped the edge until the sharpened steel Shone like a minnow . Then I climbed the crown Of that broad slope , where girt with massy oaks His hall looks out upon the timbered lands , And heaving up the weapon in my hands Hewed at a bole . Birds scattered at the st…
1919 · PDF PAGE 157
…11. Tonight I must write an entry. I MUST. And it is time. Why have I not done so before? Because I have experienced a ‘dryness’ for the last month, and have made no definite effort to overcome it, but have just kept a firm hold on the little atom of real Knowledge I have obtained, & setting my face still towards the East, have plodded on with this material ex- istence and the office work I have undertaken. I have experienced an incessant yearning for that “Something” or “Nothing” of which a glimpse had been vouch- safed unto me, and Waited. Ma…
1905 · PDF PAGE 131
…s tender As very silence : so he would not speak, But let his being fade : that all the past Grew shadowy and weak, And lost its life at last, Being mere dream to this that was indeed Life : and some utter need Of this one’s love grew up in him : he knew The spirit of that dew In his own soul ; and this indeed was love. The faint girl bent above With fixed eyes close upon him ; oh ! her face Burned in the rapturous grace Feeding on his ; and subtly, without touch,
1907 · PDF PAGE 49
…a body—A traitor in the campi—Melchizedek Pasha’s cunning move—The river Kishon sweeps away the Moabites (by Mr. Frank Parker)—Battle at last—Desperate stand of the Kings of Edom— Marshal jah’s flank attack—Everlasting Mountains scattered— Perpetual Hills bowed (by Mr. Frank Parker)—Charge of the gallant Karnaim—Rout of the Edomites—The Dukes in full flight —And Grand Finale “ Blowing up of the Tower of Babel "(by Mr. Frank Parker). “ Goo Save THE KING.”