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THE EQUINOX carr. Why havea long Latin name if you mean to play the English hypocrite? Who was poor Uncle Henry? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry? About two and a half! The only thing you can know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a Little scream of hovvory.| Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry!... Sweetheart! EUPHEMIA. Mine own! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain! .…
1913 · PDF PAGE 14
…mes easier, and at last absolutely natural. All religions have devised practices for this purpose. If you keep on praying with your lips long enough, you will one day find yourself pray- ing in your heart. The whole question has been threshed out and organized
1913 · PDF PAGE 230
…I bring Before the bowl is shattered, and is riven The chord that binds the spirit to the flesh: I sing because the notes have sought so long, And found at last one soul serene and fresh To bear the burden of eternal song. So for this hour of song I have tuned my lyre Unto the Rose of the Immortal Fire. (x) When I am faded into nothingness, And thou of whomI sing art earth and dust; And when the soul I bear for my distress Is faded in the sun; when love and lust Are nothing to us, dear—my songs shall tell Of all thou wast to those who knew not …
1913 · PDF PAGE 230
…I bring Before the bowl is shattered, and is riven The chord that binds the spirit to the flesh: I sing because the notes have sought so long, And found at last one soul serene and fresh To bear the burden of eternal song. So for this hour of song I have tuned my lyre Unto the Rose of the Immortal Fire. (x) When I am faded into nothingness, And thou of whomI sing art earth and dust; And when the soul I bear for my distress Is faded in the sun; when love and lust Are nothing to us, dear—my songs shall tell Of all thou wast to those who knew not …
1899 · PDF PAGE 41
… us a forehead full of peace, And bid thine anger cease, And speak sweet words most comfortable, and lose The bitter memory of the wrong long dead And be the lord and prince we gladly choose And crown the mercy of thy royal head, And be the chief, and rule upon thy kin, And be not wroth for sin? For surely in the dusty days and years There is a little river flowing still That brings forgetfulness of woes and fears And drinks up all the memory of ill. 19
1901 · PDF PAGE 102
…place Where she revolted, she lay down and died. With crossed hands folded on her budded breast She closed her eyes, and slept the sweet long rest Where the true peace of purity is drawn. She lay there dead; her spirit sought the dawn.
1907 · PDF PAGE 89
…th day discloses — the birthday of their first kiss : Breasts met and arms enclosed , and all the spring Grew into summer with the first long kiss .? They are henceforth lovers , passionate and ardent ; and not till now do they discover that man - made honour is but as winter snow . All is hence Alice , as is shown in that sweet and simple song which bears her name : The stars are hidden in dark and mist , The moon and sun are dead , Because my love has caught and kissed My body in her bed . No light may shine this happy night , Unless my Alice…
1911 · PDF PAGE 157
…ier of the Aethyr. But I am dying. Ican neither strive nor wait. There is agony in my ears, and in my throat, and mine eyes have been so long blind that I cannot remember that there ever was such a thing as sight. And it cometh to me that I should go away, and await the 155
1912 · PDF PAGE 99
…die ! MONICA. Why yes ! and leave me to my hope By virtueand addressto pacify the Pope. MORTADELLO. All I have played for, all my life long, lost ! MONICA. No, won ! Theres naught beyond recall, no deed to be undone. Take Venice, take the throne, take favour and success All yours and yours alonein married happiness ! A price to pay that most would call a prize to pluck ! MORTADELLO. Oh, I am like to boast of such a piece of luck ! Not for one instant dream that Im your dupe. Your hate Glows forth its icy gleam from eyes emasculate ! MONICA…
1912 · PDF PAGE 65
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING assume the woman‘s part : to long for the bride- groom, maybe, and to be ever ready to receive his kiss; but not to pursue openly and to use force. Yet “the Kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force.” May it not be, though, that such violence should be used againstoneself in order to attain that passive state? And, of course, to shut out out all rivals? Help me, thou Holy One, even in this; for all my strength is weak as water, and I am but a dog. Help me, O self-glittering onel draw n…
1912 · PDF PAGE 65
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING assume the woman‘s part : to long for the bride- groom, maybe, and to be ever ready to receive his kiss; but not to pursue openly and to use force. Yet “the Kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force.” May it not be, though, that such violence should be used againstoneself in order to attain that passive state? And, of course, to shut out out all rivals? Help me, thou Holy One, even in this; for all my strength is weak as water, and I am but a dog. Help me, O self-glittering onel draw n…
1905 · PDF PAGE 95
…breath. I am nought—and thou the whole ? It were not love, but Death. Give me thy life and strength, let us struggle for mastery, As the long shore’s rugged length that battles with the sea. I am thine, I am thine indeed ! My form is vaster grown, And our limbs and lips shall bleed on the starry solar throne. My life is made as thine ; my blessing and thy curse Beget, as foam on wine, a different universe. I foam and live and leap : thou laughest, fightest, diest ! In agony swift as sleep thou hangest as the Christ. My nails are in thy flesh ; …
1906 · PDF PAGE 62
…’s grey censer with perfumes intenser The higher the hills. So, vague as a ghost swift faded, Steals dawn, and so sunset may see How her long long locks deep-braided Fall down to her breast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me ‘To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman til…
1907 · PDF PAGE 175
…ron’s wizard thrall. Thus as she danced, nor ceased, nor cared, I set the sacred throng Of heroes into acts that fared In Argo light and long, The foes they fought, the feats they dared, In shadow-show and song. (The play of Argonautae is sha- dowed before them by Or- pheus’ magtcal might.) So faded all the dream: so stole Some fearful fondness in her soul ; Even as a cloud thrilled sharply through With lightning’s temper keen and true, Splitting the ether: so again Grew on me the ecstatic pain, Seeing her tremble in mid-air. No flower so exqui…
1898 · PDF PAGE 18
…e, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dying? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone beyond you! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little todo. Kiss me the last time! Good-bye, my dear friends, I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. Kiss me, Esmé, quickly. I fee] the voice of God come like a shu…
1905 · PDF PAGE 101
… large hymns, and soaring songs and psalters ! My face, my breast, .no soul of man uncovers, Nor is my bed made lovely with my lovers! I long for purple and the holier kiss Of mortal lyrist ; in these arms to gladden ; To take him to the spring and source of bliss, And in his vast embrace to rouse me, madden Once with the light of passion, not to miss Uttermost rapture till the sweet loves sadden To sweeter peace thrilled with young ecstasy— Ah! man’s high spirit may not reach to Me! Iam Nature and God: I reign, I am, alone. None other may abid…
1912 · PDF PAGE 14
…the burning sands know. The ritual and ceremonies, signs and passwords have been preserved with great fidelity; but the Real Key has been long lost to the crowds who have been initiated, advanced and raised in Masonry. The KEY to this knowledge can, however, be placed within the reach of all those who unselfishly desire, study and work for its possession. The Symbols of Ancient Masonry, the Sacred Art 01 the Ancient Chemi (Egyptians), and Homer’s Golden Chain are but different aspects of the One Great Mystery. They represent but different degrees…
1912 · PDF PAGE 175
…ENE represents the interior ofa millage of same þretenszbm, though (077115060/??}ושש [The CURTAIN Vises—MARTIN knock: the ashes from his long churchmen/den þzþe on tah/e].—JACKsitting on table] MARTIN. I think I’ll go round to the Blue Cow, Jack, for my night-cape [Going tum: : hand on JACK'S shun/den] I‘ve been thinking, lad, we must all die, and them as is old thinks a mort about it, jacki—never {earl I’ve been thinking, lady Jack Adams has been a son to me, and more than a son ]ACK. Why, no! Father, it’s me that is glad you bid me call you s…
1912 · PDF PAGE 14
…the burning sands know. The ritual and ceremonies, signs and passwords have been preserved with great fidelity; but the Real Key has been long lost to the crowds who have been initiated, advanced and raised in Masonry. The KEY to this knowledge can, however, be placed within the reach of all those who unselfishly desire, study and work for its possession. The Symbols of Ancient Masonry, the Sacred Art 01 the Ancient Chemi (Egyptians), and Homer’s Golden Chain are but different aspects of the One Great Mystery. They represent but different degrees…
1912 · PDF PAGE 175
…ENE represents the interior ofa millage of same þretenszbm, though (077115060/??}ושש [The CURTAIN Vises—MARTIN knock: the ashes from his long churchmen/den þzþe on tah/e].—JACKsitting on table] MARTIN. I think I’ll go round to the Blue Cow, Jack, for my night-cape [Going tum: : hand on JACK'S shun/den] I‘ve been thinking, lad, we must all die, and them as is old thinks a mort about it, jacki—never {earl I’ve been thinking, lady Jack Adams has been a son to me, and more than a son ]ACK. Why, no! Father, it’s me that is glad you bid me call you s…