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Page 39 of 1281913 · PDF PAGE 208
AELFRIDA TILLYARD. *MYSELF. SOMETHING of joy I feel and something fear When to my soul 's own depths I gaze adown . ' Tis dark and fiery like a living town , And cries and strivings rise as I bend near . Yet from the shadowed murk of streets there rear Full many a pure church cross and spire that crown And cast a halo o' er the city 's frown , Or make a star by which the vessels steer . Touched are they not by all the strife below ; Still and erect they stand ; God made them so. But in and out the crowded streets , it seems , Is heard the laugh…
1913 · PDF PAGE 31
…his. Yet that life is of his very essence; it is more He than all that he calls He, In the silence of a dewdrop is every tendency of his soul, and of his mind, and of his body; it is the Quintessence and the Elixir of his being. Therein are the forces that made him and his father and his father’s father before him. This is the Dew of Immortality. Let this go free, even as It will; thou art not its master, but the vehicle of It.
1901 · PDF PAGE 110
98 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. In vain : I bid him kneel and swear : the earth Rocked with the terror of that deadlier birth. He swore : he vanished : the wide sky resounds With echoing thunders : through the blinding night The stars resume their courses : at the bounds Of the four watch-towers cry the waking hounds : “ The night is well ” : slow steals the ambient light Through all the borders of the universe At that last lifting of my strenuous curse. Slow steals the ambient light : white peace resumes In planet, element, and sign, her sway. The twis…
1903 · PDF PAGE 16
…e made on laying down the MS. submitted for our judgment was that it is always doubtful how far a man is justified in stripping bare his soul for the public benefit. “ Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself?” asks Browning ; “ unlock my heart with a sonnet- key ?” And his answer is :— “ With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart,” once more ! Did Shakespeare ? If so, the less shakespeare he !” Very well ; but Browning himself went even farther, and permitted the posthumous publication of the actual love letters that passed between himself …
1905 · PDF PAGE 46
…, Thou angry and blinded Hast sky for thy share. O mother deep-minded, My lyre to my prayer Responds, and the elements answer or ever my soul is aware. Ye powers of deep water And sea-running bays, Earth’s fugitive daughter In deep-riven ways, Enamoured of slaughter, A mirage of grays, Deep blues, and pale greens unbegotten, I turn to your lyrical praise. , 47
1905 · PDF PAGE 56
…, As a bride in her chamber that dreams many visions of varied delight. O how shall my lyre Divide thee, dispart Thy water and fire, Thy soul and thy heart, Thy hills that spring higher, Thy flowers that upstart, How quire thee, my limitless love, with a lewd and a limited art? A fortress, a sphere, An arrow of flame; Let thy children appear At the sound of thy name! In my silence uprear The sweet guerdon of shame! Be they choral to hymn thee, O mother, thy magic ineffable fame! Last birth of the Sun, Best gift of the giver, Thou surely art One…
1910 · PDF PAGE 89
…ist of spears Storming the sky, His heart one crimson coal To burn all lesser gods, to gild the shame Of this my lifes long infamy, the soul (Abased for Him) in Him one flower of flame Mine Aceldama one white lily-bloom Availing me above all wealth and fame
1910 · PDF PAGE 215
… a dagger-stroke Art planted in my plaintive heart, Who art come hither like a flock Of fiends, by mad and gilded art Come, of this dark soul and discrowned To make thy bed and thy domain Vile wretch to whom my life is bound Even as a convict to his chain, Even as a gambler to his game, Even as a drunkard to his thirst, Even as a harlot to her shame Be thou accurst, accurst, accurst ! I prayed the falchions fiery craft To win my freedom in a trice ; And called the treacherous poison-draught To master me my cowardice. Alas ! Alas ! disdaining…
1911 · PDF PAGE 34
…d 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 other Than Lady of our King F 27
1907 · PDF PAGE 162
…ss flight Through lampless space, the starless wildernesses ! Beyond the universal bounds that roll, There is the shrine and image of my soul. Nature my name is called. O fruitless veil Of the strange self of its own self begotten ! O vision laughterless! O shadowy tale! O brain that halts before its thought for- gotten! Once all ye knew me—ere the earth grew pale, And Time began, and all its fruit lay rotten, Once, when thou knewest me indeed, and fed At these strong breasts—Ah! but the days are dead ! Now, in the dusty corridors of Time, I am…
1903 · PDF PAGE 49
…t given of Mercury to cleanse the stain Of the old planet : thus I wrote me plain Secrets divine—tremendous, terrible ! Thus I forgot my soul and dwelt alone In the strong fortress of the active mind Whose steady flame burned eager in the night ; Yet was some shadow on the starry throne, Some imperfection playing hoodman-blind So that I saw not perfectly aright. 29
1903 · PDF PAGE 109
… Athens. The little money that we had to spend Was gone long since : the little more I stole Followed : I pledged than all things but my soul (On which the usurers refused to lend) To raise our utmost, till a ship should send Much plenty from the Sunset : to control And stop her yet a little while, the whole I meant to waste before the week should end. Thus we went Northward to the capital, Desolate huts and ways funereal, An hateful town ; earthquake and heat and rain Made the place wretched, did not love enchain There even as here : what matt…
1909 · PDF PAGE 200
THE EQUINOX magnificent. She became the god, absorbed in His being; her dreadful shriek—the cry of a soul at Heaven’s gate smitten by the lightning into the abyss—changed to a marvellous laughter of love as she touched the summit of felicity. * * * * * So much I saw; yet the cloud withdrew itself; the lights redeemed their lustre. There in the midst my love awaited me—me—and I stood, as a diver that hesitates, so that he may enjoy to the full the foretaste of the plunge. I stood there, very God of very God, in the glittering green of her eyes, …
1909 · PDF PAGE 200
THE EQUINOX magnificent. She became the god, absorbed in His being; her dreadful shriek—the cry of a soul at Heaven’s gate smitten by the lightning into the abyss—changed to a marvellous laughter of love as she touched the summit of felicity. * * * * * So much I saw; yet the cloud withdrew itself; the lights redeemed their lustre. There in the midst my love awaited me—me—and I stood, as a diver that hesitates, so that he may enjoy to the full the foretaste of the plunge. I stood there, very God of very God, in the glittering green of her eyes, …
1910 · PDF PAGE 116
THE WHITE WIND. 63 My maiden lily-bloom. For all my cheeks are flooded with desire And shame, and black foul fire That bubbles in my soul, and shoots its terror Out of these sloe-black eyes Into the lake’s unfathomable mirror, That, laughing back upon me laughing, lies. I will creep in — afar From the frenzy of yon nameless star. But who art thou Descending in a cloud of cherubim ? A moon-white sickle crowns that flashing brow ; Thine head like the wise bird Splendidly grim That utters that unutterable word ; Thy body like the bright sun in his…
1912 · PDF PAGE 84
…ht? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that gruesome goal Firm as an old bull-elephant!
1922 · PDF PAGE 4
Lot (By Aleister Crowley. From The Soul of Osiris. 'URN back from safety, in my love abide, ‘Whose lips are warm as when, a virgin bride I clung to thee ashamed and very glad, Whose breasts are lordlier for the pain they had, ‘Whose arms cleave closer than thy spouse’s own! Thy spouse—O lover, kiss me, and atone! All my veins burst for love, my ripe breasts beat And lay their bleeding blossoms at thy feet! Spurn me no more! O bid these strangers go; Turn to my lips till their cup overflow; * * * * * * make delight the minister of pain, pain the…
1901 · PDF PAGE 94
…AMORIS N the night my passion fancies That an incense vapour whirls, That a cloud of perfume trances With its dreamy vapour-curls All my soul, with whom there dances The one girl of mortal girls. The one girl whose wanton glances Soften into living pearls Comes, a fatal, fleeting vision, Turns my kisses to derision, Smiles upon my breast, and sighs, Flits, and laughs, and fades, and dies. By the potent starry speeches; By the spells of mystic kings; By the magic passion teaches; By the strange and sacred things By whose power the master reaches…
1901 · PDF PAGE 30
18 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. JEZEBEL. PART I. LION’S mane, a leopard’s skin Across my dusty shoulders thrown ; A swart fierce face, with eyes where sin Lurks like a serpent by a stone. A man driven forth by lust to seek Rest from himself on Carmel’s peak. A prophet with wild hair behind, Streaming in fiery clusters ! Yea, Tangled with vehemence of the wind, And knotted with the tears that slay ; And all my face parched up and dried, And all my body crucified. Ofttimes the Spirit of the Lord Descends and floods me with his breath ; My words are fashio…
1903 · PDF PAGE 43
…d shun The onyx eyes that saw me not as one Possible even for a moment’s play. Thus I was tangled in some house of hell, Giving mine own soul’s beauty up to lust, Hoping to build some fort impregnable Against my love : instead the deep disgust Of my own beasthood crushed it into dust, And left my manhood twisted in her spell. 23